My take on this....a modern day chain letter. And well.....I'll be honest....I suck at these. I always feel the need to bend the rules.
This one....involves food. My nemesis. Expect more than a bit of rule bending.
So....instead of plugging a few restaurants.....I'm going to give you my 5 favorite foods. As some know....I grew up on a small farm. We raised our own beef/chicken/eggs. Grew our own veggies & fruits. And yeah....my mom often baked from scratch. Pretty much spoils you for future slim pickings at the local market.
Okay then...without further adieu....
1. Any mouthwatering bigass piece of red meat. Preferably....filet mignon. Medium rare.
2. Tomatoes. Heirloom....but any fresh (from the garden...not those hydroponic pieces of shit) sliced tomat sprinkled with pepper will do.
3. Corn on the cob. Sweet white. Grilled. Served with fresh butter, pepper and a side of floss..... Yum!
4. My dad's meatloaf. Even better the day after as a sandwich.
5. Peaches. mmmmm...........dripping juicy goodness.....fresh from the tree.
I could add so much more....but 5 was the limit.
I think I'm supposed to tag 5 more bloggers. Unfortunately....this is where my the rules don't apply to me mentality takes over. I am going to decline to tag any fellow bloggers.
...hickory dickory dock the mouse ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse ran down hickory dickory dock...
I've been without my watch...for five days now. Inadvertently, I left it at the beach.
Aarrrgghhh.....driving me nuts.
Not only do I feel naked....but not wearing it has thrown off my stride. Without that metal monstrosity weighting down my left wrist.....my gait is completely askew. I won't even get into the fact that I haven't been able to stare at it/adjust it/fiddle with it throughout my day.
Today during my (daily) trek down the hill to the club... I tried shifting my gym bag to my left shoulder....take up some slack. But then my right shoulder felt naked. So I stuffed my right hand into my jean pocket....thinking I should keep the damn thing from flapping around like a beached bass. Christ....not a good idea. There's a reason my mother calls me grace....
Not to worry though.....I was able to avert the near fatal face plant into the cement.
Ladies & Gentlemen..........Elvis has left the building.
My yogi is on sebatical for a month. Thailand. Getting his om on.
I've been studying with nick for a couple of years now. He leads a very physical practice focusing on breath, movement, strength and balance. I leave his class on an endorphine high....calm, physically sated & sweating.
Instead of grumbling about having to break in a new instructor....I've decided to use his absence as an opportunity to expand my practice. I'm going to open my mind to the slurry of substitutes that will be heading his class while he's gone.
Who knows.....one of those subs may be the yin to his yang.
A Pre-Mother's Day cleaning spree (my usual routine) with a little v-man help made for a nice segue into Sunday. Got to hang with a few of nature's finest....whales, sealions & pelicans in the line-up. Water temp dropped below 50.....cccccccooold.
I've been perusing various blogs lately. Reading....laughing...oohing...aahing. Taking note of all the creativity that comes with humour...sarcasm...wit...art. There are a lot of truly talented typers in the world wide blogosphere. Where do they find the time?
Pretty damn dry. Boring. Blah...
Basic black background. Simple white font. It's all rather blase. I tried adding a little color to my banner....but even that lacks pizazz. Simply put...I've always been and will always be the "plain" twin. S...always been about the hair, nails, makeup...the whole nine yards. Dressed to kill...even for a ten-minute trip to the market. Me? Chapstick (unflavored), levis and flipflops.
Sometimes...I think I should be taking queues from a few favorite reads. Crunching my creative. Cooking up tasty treats for the few & far between.
Should I go the erotic route and discuss my sex life? Teasing you with tales of things that go hum in the night? Setting up salatious stories about jaunts to my favorite E shop and the freaks that frequent the back room? Nah...I like to keep my kink in the closet. I mean really....who wants to hear about my inventory of size C batteries? Or...my weekly (failed) attempts to break the cute boy. Nobody likes a failure....and I'm certain that's a battle I don't want to win or report on should the unlikely event occur.
Perhaps a little potty humor for inspiration? Who doesn't appreciate potty humor? I suppose I could tell you about the dream I had the other night in which I took a massive dump. Huge. Felt ten pounds lighter. My brother-in-law would have been proud. In fact...I remember telling myself in the dream that I needed to take a picture to send to Ed. But....that's kinda gross....and to be honest...I don't want people analyzing my shit or the shedding of my detritus.
Photography? Eh....amateur at best. And...well...we've already covered closet kink. Oh...but hey....I accel at blurry shots of my fingers. I could post a collection of those...
Which...brings us to art. I was married to an artist. I'll just leave it at that.
Let's face it.... Not an ounce of creativity in these bones. I'm an accountant. Accountants are boring. Shit....I'm surprised we don't come with the following label. Warning...sleep inducing agent. Do not drive or operate heavy equipment in the company of an accountant. Seriously. Took me the longest time to figure out why the cute boy kept turning up the radio every time we got in the car. I thought he was trying to tune me out...but I don't talk much. Then it finally dawned on me....he's trying to stay awake. Poor thing.
I'm thinking of changing my name. Something a bit more representative of me....
Stay tuned... I hear she's extraordinarily boring.
I'm sporting the specs. She's sporting the six-month-old. This pic is couple years old.
She doesn't surf. Always giving me some lame excuse about big bitey fish. No problem....I don't ski. Okay...not entirely true. I snowboard...occasionally.
In a funk for a few days....I rang her up.
Our conversations are riddled with laughter...over absolutely nothing. And are often so obscure....even the most astute eves-dropper wouldn't know what the hell we were giggling about. Our parents gave up years and years ago at ever trying to crack our code. Instead....they resigned themselves to receiving our conversations in duplicate. No...not finished sentences. My parents were blessed. They got our conversations...twice. Instant replay. I would say something. Not five minutes later S would walk into the room and say the exact same thing. Then I would accuse her of being a twin...which always started the giggle-fest.
N: Avoiding work. (starts me laughing) ....what's the name of the guy that was in...shit, can't remember the name of the movie...? (giggling) ....gets out of prison....looking for the guy that killed his daughter? Lots of gratuitous violence.... (extra giggles)
S: Terence (giggles) Stamp. The Limey. (more giggling)
N: Crap....I can never remember his name. Thanks.
N: No reason....just couldn't remember. Okay...back to work.
S: Later...(still giggling)
Yep....felt much better after that conversation. (giggles)
No spare eyes(after last week's contact debacle) and 25mph wind gusts kept me out of the water Sunday...which totally sucked. But...paddling out would have been an exercise in futility. (Just standing on the beach in the wind was a problem. Too much blinking...out would come an eye.) So..I took advantage of the gorgeous weather (minus the biting wind) to do a little yoga on the beach and hike the cape. Also got to play amateur photog with my new camera.