... and the giant squid.
The New York Times had a huge museum section this week. Museums all over the world are featuring new exhibits and I want to see them all. New York, of course, is loaded with museums but an exhibit I especially want to see is the Fashion and Textile History Gallery at the Museum at FIT. An exhibit of Frida Kahlo - artist, icon, rebel - is at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I could run up those stairs like Rocky did to see her work.
I tried that a time or two. The first time I did that, I was really out of breath and Cowboy yelled at me for running. It was winter time and I warmed up fast - in more ways than one... The second time I ran up all those stairs, the Neanderthal chased me! And behind one of those fat columns near the entrance, he gave me a swat! In public! Needless to say I didn't share my snacks with him. Tsk.
Anyway, I'd like to see Frida Kahlo's work.
The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston is featuring "El Greco to Velázquez. And in Minnesota, the Minneapolis Institute of Art is showing "Arts of Japan"- 900 years of seductive beauty. Ohhhhh I really want to see that. I mentioned this over breakfast. He mumbled something unintelligible; not sure if his mouth was full of waffles and peach syrup... or he was being non-committal.
I'm a fiber artist. Textiles are my medium. I need inspiration now and then - feeds the soul. I told all this to that tall fellow I live with.
Cro-Magnum man had another waffle.
I also mentioned that the museums in Switzerland and a few European cities were also showing new exhibits.
"Pass the syrup, Sar."
You think he was ignoring me? Tsk.
"And the Smithsonian has several new exhibitions. One's at the Hirshhorn, another at the Museum of Natural History and while we're there, we could visit old friends. (We used to live in a DC/Virginia bedroom community.)
"I'm making a few more waffles; want one, bambina?"
"I'm booking tickets to New York," I announced just to see if he was listening.
SWAT!
Oye! He was listening.
Moving right along...
Just a few more days till Easter. We have a small guest list this year, about 12, not our usual large and rowdy crowd. I've been baking new stuff to see what I'd like to serve for dessert. The hams I ordered came today; they'll be honey baked with glaze. I'm making spoon bread which is always a big hit and a couple kinds of potatoes. Salad bar for the health conscious; corn chowder and a spinach/pepperoni/chicken soup for starters. I'm not going overboard on appetizers - just a variety of cheeses, dips and crackers. Dessert will be stupendous, of course, and since everything will be buffet style, I'll start with that course first.
"You better eat a meal before you tackle the sweet stuff, imp."
"Ohhhhh no sense making peach cobbler I guess."
SWAT!
Laughing softly.
David gave me a chocolate Easter bunny... with NO ears! That man has no class.
Bull gave me a basket with a dozen small chocolate bunnies and watched me eat all the ears. That man has class.
Cowboy said he's waiting until Easter Sunday to bring a basket home for me. It better have chocolate bunnies and lots of jellybeans. I peeked into his office, the closet, the liquor cabinet, the gun cabinet and all through his desk to see if he was hiding chocolate bunnies. Nada, nothing.
Purim is at the end of the month. I've already made Hamentaschen - prune, apricot and blackberry. I'll be making more of that; I love that cookie/tart. Bull ate the first batch right out of the oven. Tsk.
And Passover is a month away. Leaves me a little time to prepare between holidays unless...
I might sneak away to New York to see those museum exhibitions when no one is looking.
"And get your tush blistered when I catch up with you!"
Tsk. The man has no couth.
SWAT!
Really, people - NO couth!
On a miserable note...
David and Bull deploy the day after Easter. I'm so miserable about this I can't stand it. I'm torn between baking plenty of goodies for them to take with them and wanting to smack them upside the head for going overseas again - to a war zone, no less!
I did smack David but he was sitting. Oh boy! He stood up FAST! I ran behind the Rott and SweetPea stood on his hind legs and showed his pearly whites. David sat down again. He grumbled something in Marine-speak which got lost in the translation. Marines are like that when riled.
I had to stand on a chair to smack Bull but the behemoth just hugged me tight and told me everything was going to be all right. Naturally, Cowboy walked into the kitchen while Bull was hugging me...
"Unhand my woman, mister!"
Cowboy literally tossed me over his shoulder and proceeded to go up the stairs to our bedroom. That's when I noticed that the light fixtures in the hallway really needed dusting...
I could hire someone to do that while I'm in New York enjoying all the new museum exhibits. Or... I could call Sylvester Stallone and see if he wants to join me in running up the stairs of the Philadelphia museum. I bet I could get to the top faster than he does. Anyone know his number?
~Sar~
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Yada Yada Yada
Cowboy calls this rambling; I call it stream of consciousness. Basically, it's all disconnected.
My Panda Rott had pneumonia. She's much better now. We go to the vet tomorrow and if x-rays show that her lungs are clear, she'll go back to the yard and her kennel. She's antsy in the house but has developed a passionate crush on the refrigerator.
Miss Emmy, the slut cat, has been living under the bed while Panda's in the house.
We're having spring weather during the day, winter at night. I took the pups for a walk and came upon a toddler wandering around his front yard. No mama in sight. Sweet Pea was an English nanny in a previous life and he immediately took charge of the baby, licked its face and invited those chubby hands to pet and yank and pull and poke and finally, the child plopped down between the Rott's front paws. I waited... about 10 minutes later, mama showed up, shrieked that a black monster dog was attacking her child. I contained myself, called the dog to me and muttered unkind things about her parenting skills as we went on our way. Tsk. He didn't even drool on her. If it had been BullyBoy who licked the kid, she would have had cause for alarm; his drool is lethal.
She called the police... long story short they warned her to take better care of her child and made a big fuss over Sweet Pea when they dropped by the house. The dog took the adoration in style; that English nanny gene he carries is awesome.
Cowboy had to go to the base unexpectedly (allegedly) last night. He said he was meeting with commandants and other senior brass from the neighboring bases. He also said it was a high level - hush hush - meeting. Between you and me I think they were drinking beer, playing poker and smoking cigars. (This might earn me a swat or two when he reads this.)
Well... at least they weren't stinking up my house and eating everything in the refrigerator. (I suspect the swats are adding up.)
It's income tax season in the states. The accountant called. Are you sitting? He said chocolate was not a prescribed drug. Thoroughly shocked, I was! I argued that some people get an Rx for marijuana for medicinal purposes. Surely, I could get a similar exemption. After all chocolate makes me calmer and happier and that alleviates stress for my husband who needs a clear head when he is on duty. The accountant said in that case Cowboy should file a separate business expense form and get the deduction since he is the basic beneficiary of my chocolate intake.
Uncouth fellow. I'm going to file my taxes and look for a new accountant. Tsk.
Cowboy has to be on the East Coast in the not-too-distant future. While he's there, he's going to zip down to Western North Carolina and take a look around. As much as we love it out here in the Pacific Northwest boonies, he misses the East Coast. I told him he could move... and I'd visit now and then. Yeah, yeah, his hand made immediate contact with my bottom before I even blinked! He said that area of the country has things we don't have. Yeah... like bugs and heat and humidity and brown spiders - ickkk - and plenty of tornado scares. We don't have bugs or heat or humidity and only an occasional earthquake... We also have an OCEAN and a multitude of lakes. Western North Carolina is INLAND and way across the state from the ocean. They do have lakes and pretty mountains but we live in the valley between two mountain ranges - the Olympics and the Cascades - doesn't get prettier than that.
~ sigh ~ This does not make me happy.
I told the giant squid he'd better check if the area has peach trees 'cause if they don't, that could be a deal breaker. I'll think of other reasons not to move east if he gets serious about this. Oye! This could be a hint of what he's going to be like when he retires - in the very near future. I may have to emigrate.
Speaking of emigration... depending on who gets elected POTUS in November... I might have to move. Always liked Iceland.
Tried a new cake - caramel, walnut, banana upside down cake. Delish! Soooo good, the pups and I ate the whole thing. I guess I should make one for the giant squid. I'll post the recipe after I finish snacking the rest of the caramel, walnut topping. It goes good with peanut butter and waffles which the pups and I ate while watching a documentary on sharks. The narrator was enamored of the sea monsters. Personally, I think he was hug-deprived as a child.
Did I mention that both David and Bull are deploying to the Middle East in a few weeks? I smacked both of them upside the head. They've done that before; they don't need to do that again. Did they listen? No! I will be a basket case until they return. Naturally I'll take out my frustration on Cowboy.
What is it with men and long hair? I decided to surprise my beloved one night last week by waltzing into the bedroom as we prepared for bed. I wore v-e-r-y high heels, my birthday suit and showed off my new short short haircut. Did he notice my birthday suit?
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" He sputtered something like that.
Sheesh! Got a warm tush till I yanked my wig off. When he realized I still had long hair, he apologized. Gee, thanks. Just for that, he can go to North Carolina without me.
~Sar~
P.S. I've lost a great deal of my electronic address book. Slowly compiling it again so if you were waiting for an email from me... please drop me a quick note so I can reply.
My Panda Rott had pneumonia. She's much better now. We go to the vet tomorrow and if x-rays show that her lungs are clear, she'll go back to the yard and her kennel. She's antsy in the house but has developed a passionate crush on the refrigerator.
Miss Emmy, the slut cat, has been living under the bed while Panda's in the house.
We're having spring weather during the day, winter at night. I took the pups for a walk and came upon a toddler wandering around his front yard. No mama in sight. Sweet Pea was an English nanny in a previous life and he immediately took charge of the baby, licked its face and invited those chubby hands to pet and yank and pull and poke and finally, the child plopped down between the Rott's front paws. I waited... about 10 minutes later, mama showed up, shrieked that a black monster dog was attacking her child. I contained myself, called the dog to me and muttered unkind things about her parenting skills as we went on our way. Tsk. He didn't even drool on her. If it had been BullyBoy who licked the kid, she would have had cause for alarm; his drool is lethal.
She called the police... long story short they warned her to take better care of her child and made a big fuss over Sweet Pea when they dropped by the house. The dog took the adoration in style; that English nanny gene he carries is awesome.
Cowboy had to go to the base unexpectedly (allegedly) last night. He said he was meeting with commandants and other senior brass from the neighboring bases. He also said it was a high level - hush hush - meeting. Between you and me I think they were drinking beer, playing poker and smoking cigars. (This might earn me a swat or two when he reads this.)
Well... at least they weren't stinking up my house and eating everything in the refrigerator. (I suspect the swats are adding up.)
It's income tax season in the states. The accountant called. Are you sitting? He said chocolate was not a prescribed drug. Thoroughly shocked, I was! I argued that some people get an Rx for marijuana for medicinal purposes. Surely, I could get a similar exemption. After all chocolate makes me calmer and happier and that alleviates stress for my husband who needs a clear head when he is on duty. The accountant said in that case Cowboy should file a separate business expense form and get the deduction since he is the basic beneficiary of my chocolate intake.
Uncouth fellow. I'm going to file my taxes and look for a new accountant. Tsk.
Cowboy has to be on the East Coast in the not-too-distant future. While he's there, he's going to zip down to Western North Carolina and take a look around. As much as we love it out here in the Pacific Northwest boonies, he misses the East Coast. I told him he could move... and I'd visit now and then. Yeah, yeah, his hand made immediate contact with my bottom before I even blinked! He said that area of the country has things we don't have. Yeah... like bugs and heat and humidity and brown spiders - ickkk - and plenty of tornado scares. We don't have bugs or heat or humidity and only an occasional earthquake... We also have an OCEAN and a multitude of lakes. Western North Carolina is INLAND and way across the state from the ocean. They do have lakes and pretty mountains but we live in the valley between two mountain ranges - the Olympics and the Cascades - doesn't get prettier than that.
~ sigh ~ This does not make me happy.
I told the giant squid he'd better check if the area has peach trees 'cause if they don't, that could be a deal breaker. I'll think of other reasons not to move east if he gets serious about this. Oye! This could be a hint of what he's going to be like when he retires - in the very near future. I may have to emigrate.
Speaking of emigration... depending on who gets elected POTUS in November... I might have to move. Always liked Iceland.
Tried a new cake - caramel, walnut, banana upside down cake. Delish! Soooo good, the pups and I ate the whole thing. I guess I should make one for the giant squid. I'll post the recipe after I finish snacking the rest of the caramel, walnut topping. It goes good with peanut butter and waffles which the pups and I ate while watching a documentary on sharks. The narrator was enamored of the sea monsters. Personally, I think he was hug-deprived as a child.
Did I mention that both David and Bull are deploying to the Middle East in a few weeks? I smacked both of them upside the head. They've done that before; they don't need to do that again. Did they listen? No! I will be a basket case until they return. Naturally I'll take out my frustration on Cowboy.
What is it with men and long hair? I decided to surprise my beloved one night last week by waltzing into the bedroom as we prepared for bed. I wore v-e-r-y high heels, my birthday suit and showed off my new short short haircut. Did he notice my birthday suit?
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" He sputtered something like that.
Sheesh! Got a warm tush till I yanked my wig off. When he realized I still had long hair, he apologized. Gee, thanks. Just for that, he can go to North Carolina without me.
~Sar~
P.S. I've lost a great deal of my electronic address book. Slowly compiling it again so if you were waiting for an email from me... please drop me a quick note so I can reply.
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