Story of his life, pretty much.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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Last Saturday I went to the Farmer’s Market a few blocks up the street from my house to pick up a “produce bag” I had reserved. or $15, you get select goodies from the market. Here’s my haul:
3 limes, 2 oranges, 4 tangerines, 1 pomegranate, 1 persimmon, 3 tomatoes, 3 italian squash, 3 eggplant, 2 guavas, 2 pepper, 1 onion/leek, 2 avocados (X.X), 1 bundle of kale, 1 bundle of spinach, 1 bundle of chard, 1 bundle of cilantro,1 butternut squash, and a handful of green beans.
I gave a few things away to the lady next door like the persimmon and chard because I knew I wouldn’t use them but so far most of the things there have been eaten or tossed into the two soups I made/am making this week.
Don’t think I’ll do it again this week because I’m tight on money but the summer photos of what they have looks sooooo delicious, omg, I can’t believe I missed out on some of that fruit!
Kicked myself for days when I saw them. x)
Yeah, I took a bit of time off right after autumn started. A lot of things when on in those next few weeks and then school started to catch up with me. I didn’t do too bad, actually. Stayed on top of deadlines and turned everything in on time if not early.
However, I know this semester was a real breeze and next semester will likely kick my ass.
One of the courses I took was web design on Dreamweaver which I went in reluctant to try but now, I loooooooove it! Head over heels for it, really. I can’t get enough of coding and all that and how it makes the six years I did of hand-coding seem like utter misery. Which it was, truly, but I loved it nontheless.
I think that’s what I’ll end up doing with this g. I’ll incorporate it into a personal site for myself sometime in the near future.
Christmas is coming up and I feel I did fairly well with what little money I had. I’m very excited to give my dad his present which I’ll upload pictures of. It’s a hand-stitched and bound, 200-page journal with 13 or so question prompts. It has a camo cover with pine and wood bark end papers on the inside. Not that hard to make but definitely sticky. Very sticky.
Anyhoo, I’ll try updating this more often over the next month or so. Main reason I haven’t been aside from school and shit is this thing called OhLife I’ve signed up for which is an email that you reply to and it logs it for you. Simple and effective considering sometimes I don’t feel like writing much but it’s no excuse. I’ll step it back up.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
“ I know there’s an autumn spirit, and she lives as much inside me as around me in these hills, and the trees and crisp smoke and appley scent of chilly afternoons. She’s like a beautiful woman wearing an outrageous dress of red, orange and gold. […] She leans her head into the wind as her wild skirts are stripped away, leaving her branches bare like bony limbs reaching out for something. Then she wraps herself in a gray mist and settles herself into some kind of sleep, just waiting out the cold. ”
— Angel, by Mary E. Kingsley
Today the is the mark of Mabon, the Autumn Equinox. It’s also, on a sweeter note, the beginning of baking season! At least in my household.
Nothing too special planned for today, it’s not really that kind of holiday for us. Plus, Maro works late and I’m sure there’s some homework I could be attending to. Ah, well, it’s just the season that gets me into good spirits, not just today.
Now to start taking inventory of all the baking goods I have and what I need…
Friday, September 21, 2012
Tomorrow marks the first day of autumn and I can’t believe how fast the year is moving. Tomorrow autumn, my dad’s birthday the day after, then almost a month later is Maro’s birthday and then New Year’s!
I want to do something special this year for New Year’s because I’m usually on my own handing out the candy to the kids and let me tell ya, my neighborhood isn’t the best for trick-or-treating. It’s pretty boring. I guess everyone has wised up and moved on to the better neighborhoods for candy. *cough* NorthParkLaJolla *cough*
I was thinking of making the rickety wooden fence we used to make from the mulberry tree in the front yard. It’s a pain in the ass to cut down all the limbs and de-leaf them but the end product is really appropriate for Halloween. *shrug* I’m not sure yet, I got to see what’s in the budget for the rest of the decorations.
It’s been cooling down lately and it was sometime last week I could smell the autumn winds coming in from different directions. Soon there’ll be a chill in the air and the dense, hot humidity will turnover to a more bitter feel.
I’m wondering where I can get this kind of weather nearly year-around. Changing leaves would be wonderful, too.
You really got to have it on a game’s launch day.
So, I was unable to play Torchlight 2 yesterday when it was launched. Everybody and their mother (respectively) was rushing RunicGames and Steam. Hey, no problem. I know it’s going to be a fantastic game.
Eventually, I was able to create my online account, sync with Steam, yadda yadda but it was waaaaay late by then to play and Juan was still having difficulties.
However, this morning was different.
Meet Ricochet, my Berserker. She's a melee class which I’m usually not prone to playing but her mystical skills make her a blast to play.
The bottom picture is a quick little screenshot I took of us playing. You can see my panther, Lumia, in the background, surveying the upcoming ship we’re about to commandeer. What a good scout. To the left is Juan’s Embermage and not on screen is his bulldog, Hooch. Both pets run around and do small damage to enemies and also go on our errands for us back to town to sell loot.
SO MUCH LOOT.
They should change the name of the game to Lootlight, err Lots of Loot, Looalot, IDK, but wow.
Okay I’m done with my little shpeel about Torchlight 2.
(Only $20 bucks, people, c’monnn!)
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Now that I think about it, I still get goodies in the mail since I order so much online Whatever!
My point is, it’s nice to receive fun mail every once in awhile and since I love me some reading, a couple of months ago I jumped on a special going on over at Discount Mags (fab place) where select magazines subscriptions were going for $5 for one year! I ended up picking up two years of Family Circle and Better Home and Gardens.
I don’t have the money whatsoever to do some of the crazy gorgeous things they show in BHaGm but I love the pictures and the articles are nice. However, this month’s issue was so lovely I couldn’t help but add a few pictures.
Autumn is coming! I’ve been waiting since last winter so this wasn’t news to me, but I loved how they were showcasing it this month.
The pictures inside are so lovely and it makes me yearn to live someplace where they have the changing of the leaves. But nooooo, So-Cal has to be all evergreen or barren desert land.
Woe is me, right?
Oh and I just couldn’t help it with that last picture, so funny. I actually don’t eat oreos very often because I hate the “filling” but love the cookie part. I know, so dumb! It just made me think about decorations and stuff that I need to start planning out if I want to deck the porch with bowls of candy, fa la la la la, la la la AHHHH! For Halloween of course!
Either way, *sigh* Six more days and I’ll be in my element. Everything is better in the Fall!
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Earlier in the spring I had some hummingbird feeders out in the back yard. For awhile, I had a clan of about 4 or 5 hummers living around the house because they're habitual feeders and it was nice to hear them flitting about and watching them fight competitors.
Monday, September 10, 2012
This is so awesome! Good Guy PopCap Games is teaming up with the ADA (American Dental Association) to give you a treat for Halloween!
A free code for the game Plants vs. Zombies (redeemable from October 30 – November 10) that print out in coupon form! Here’s a direct link to the .pdf that you can print and hand out to your trick o’ treaters.
Take note lame neighbors who hand out toothbrushes and floss! No more excuses
Gems I've heard today from the wackjob neighbors next door:
"Don't get all bent over shapes."They're classy, elegant people. Such a way with words, the cops just love talking to them every other week.
Don't bite the food from the hand that feeds you."
Such a beautiful day in the neighborhood…
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
It tore me up for days. I didn't eat much, didn't sleep more than a few hours. Every time I looked outside, the sun always seemed to make everything too bright, too surreal. I'd sit up on my bed and just have nothing in my head. It was like a boring and empty dream, and all I could do was stare out the window.
Rudy took concern at first, but I had always been the more quiet type anyways, so after he asked a few times if I wanted to talk about it (whatever it was, he didn't know) he let me be. I was like a droid; loading, pushing, lifting, stocking, pushing, loading, lifting, stocking... It was all I did for days.
Then, one day back to my apartment after a long day of work around the holiday season, I heard something scratching at a wall, or door. When I turned the corner onto my landing to my apartment, I saw a cat with her front paws resting on my door, not making a sound, but just looking at the door.
"Get out of here", I sighed, waving my hands tiredly in the cat's direction. I was going to throw my jacket at it when it remained where it was, but once it looked at me, I stopped and my jaw just dropped.
When that stupid cat looked at me, I saw her, Nancy, and I was in denial no longer.
That damn cat had her eyes, her sweet, beautiful brown eyes, and I couldn't look away. I stared as my fingers loosened around my keys and my knees seemed to buckle beneath me. When I hit the ground, I felt like I had just run miles and miles, and honestly I must have, because I was remembering vivid details of memories I had long since suppressed.
It was as though Nancy was right before me, smiling as beautifully as she always had, with sensual eyes and soft body. I remembered everything, every moment we ever had, and when those memories reached Nancy holding Trey's hand, they froze. I remembered her eyes and in them, remorse and sorrow.
No, I whispered to myself. And Nancy the Cat.
I felt a heat radiating inside me quite similar to the one I had felt when I was with Nancy those few years ago, but now it was anger, and not compassion. How could I not have gone after her?
How could I have left her to her thoughts and those lies?
Hot tears streamed down my cheeks and dropped into my open hands alongside a wave of shame and guilt. I gasped and my breath quivered. It had been pride that had kept me from seeking her out and making everything right. It was childish and downright stupid, I realized, and I mean really realized. I tried to turn away from the anger and tears so I struck the wall of my apartment, and the sound reverberated up and down the halls. The stucco crumbled beneath my fist as I pulled it away and ignored the angry and somewhat scared cries of my neighbors.
Nancy the Cat strolled over to me, face tranquil and unwavering, and eyes boring into me without mercy.
I couldn't take it. I had to find her. I'd do whatever it took, but I had to find her right then.
When my roommate opened the door to our apartment, I tossed my coat his way and told him that if anyone came looking for me, to tell them I was gone and he didn't know where. I scooped up Nancy the Cat, who didn't mind much at all it seemed, grabbed my keys and took the stairs down to the parking lot three at a time.
("Nancy Flores" for junior literature class, '08)