Thursday, October 22, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
What the...?!?!
It's been almost a year since I wrote here and I am mortified! I am one of those people who makes lists and I have put "make a blog entry" on many a list, but I have not done shit. I like to put really easy things on lists too so I feel productive. Like, "make bed". Then I get to cross if off and feel as if I am doing something with my life. So that said, I will fill in anyone who might accidentally come across this blog and decide to read further...
We bought a house and are very very happy with it. I really never thought I would own anything except a mild case of VD, and even that never happened. We have an amazing view of the city and in fact tonight I heard all those insane Rockies fans chanting and singing across the way. It sounded like a Jonestown gathering. Our house sits across the alley from an old Catholic church. There is a really really old man who lives in the back of the church and some nights he slowly staggers to the bathroom and turns the light on, and then it's on for 2 days straight.
I have been watching the Golden Girls, I have been bird watching since putting 2 feeders, a bird house and a bird bath in the back yard, and we still have 5 cats. I am not actually 38, but 68. Shannon and I walked out back a few weekends ago and when we opened the door, the birds in the yard flew up to the roof of the garage. We think there were around 75 birds. What?! We were both a little scared and Shannon did a lot of finger pointing while saying something about Alfred Hitchcock. Oh, she's just being silly. But just in case, we are going to put a pay phone in the back yard... Here's a sampling of a few of our feathered friends...
My dad and his wife, Myra, are coming to town and I imagine I'll have some stories to share from that experience. I am turning part of our garage into an art studio. It is my goal to start work on some art when fall gets here. What am I going to make, you might be asking? I know how you cling to my every word. Well, I don't know. I usually don't until I'm in there asking myself, "what in the hell am I going to make?!" I used to think I had to come up with some crazy art theory behind every piece I made but now I just make art for art's sake. To be in the process of creativity, enjoying living for more than just making money and paying bills. Life can feel that way some days.
We bought a house and are very very happy with it. I really never thought I would own anything except a mild case of VD, and even that never happened. We have an amazing view of the city and in fact tonight I heard all those insane Rockies fans chanting and singing across the way. It sounded like a Jonestown gathering. Our house sits across the alley from an old Catholic church. There is a really really old man who lives in the back of the church and some nights he slowly staggers to the bathroom and turns the light on, and then it's on for 2 days straight.
I have been watching the Golden Girls, I have been bird watching since putting 2 feeders, a bird house and a bird bath in the back yard, and we still have 5 cats. I am not actually 38, but 68. Shannon and I walked out back a few weekends ago and when we opened the door, the birds in the yard flew up to the roof of the garage. We think there were around 75 birds. What?! We were both a little scared and Shannon did a lot of finger pointing while saying something about Alfred Hitchcock. Oh, she's just being silly. But just in case, we are going to put a pay phone in the back yard... Here's a sampling of a few of our feathered friends...
My dad and his wife, Myra, are coming to town and I imagine I'll have some stories to share from that experience. I am turning part of our garage into an art studio. It is my goal to start work on some art when fall gets here. What am I going to make, you might be asking? I know how you cling to my every word. Well, I don't know. I usually don't until I'm in there asking myself, "what in the hell am I going to make?!" I used to think I had to come up with some crazy art theory behind every piece I made but now I just make art for art's sake. To be in the process of creativity, enjoying living for more than just making money and paying bills. Life can feel that way some days.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Australian Open '09
After a nearly perfect day, I fell asleep around midnight last night, having set my alarm for 1:30am in order to get up and watch the women's final match between Serena Williams and Dinara Safina. I was delirious waking up after only an hour and a half of sleep but I did it. The match lasted for only 59 minutes and Serena was in top form. Poor Dinara didn't stand a chance. I almost went back to bed thinking, "this sure as hell wasn't worth getting up for", but remembered that we must support those we admire even when things aren't going their way. So I hung in there till the end. It afforded me the opportunity to stare in amazement every time the camera landed on Miss Safina's genetic perfection. (see above)
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Music is very important to me.
You may be wondering why Katarina Srebotnik is no longer my favorite tennis player but instead is now the young Russian, Dinara Safina. I'm sure who I cheer for in tennis is at the fore front of your mind.
Twice now I have read where Katarina mentions Celine Dion. Not in the manner that most people might but in a way that exudes admiration and the desire to meet her. If I was asked who'd I'd most like to meet in the world, I can assure you without hesitation that it would not be Celine Dion. Good God! Who would that person be for me? We'll save that for another blog entry. For now I need to get this off my enormous chest. Music is very important and I feel that the type of music one listens to lends insight into a person's soul and way of living. So loving the shit out of Celine Dion says something to me about a person (unless you're my mom and then it's okay somehow).
Another reason why I have lost interest in Katarina is because she is perfectly content being in the top 30. I mean come on! If you're going to dedicate your life to being a professional athlete the least you can do is strive to be the best, even if you're never the best in your sport. It's the heart that athletes put into their sport that makes us sports fans love and support the athletes to whom we are drawn. Katarina chokes all the time at the most decisive moments. I have been watching Dinara and she has moved out of the shadow of her older brother, Marat, who is also a professional tennis player and was at one time #1 in the world. She got herself a new coach and is training hard and evolving herself, keeping her emotions under control and learning how to be the one who decides how well she will play. She used to let her emotions dictate the outcome of her matches but now she is in control of them and is better able to rise to the occasion of dealing with the pressure that professional athletes, and all people who strive to be great, must deal.
So for these two important reasons I have developed an admiration for Dinara Safina. Mark my words, if she continues to play as impressively as she has been over these last 6 months or so, she will be #1 in the world in the not-too-distant future.
Oh, and reason #3 is because she's sizzling hot, like a delicious strip of bacon.
Twice now I have read where Katarina mentions Celine Dion. Not in the manner that most people might but in a way that exudes admiration and the desire to meet her. If I was asked who'd I'd most like to meet in the world, I can assure you without hesitation that it would not be Celine Dion. Good God! Who would that person be for me? We'll save that for another blog entry. For now I need to get this off my enormous chest. Music is very important and I feel that the type of music one listens to lends insight into a person's soul and way of living. So loving the shit out of Celine Dion says something to me about a person (unless you're my mom and then it's okay somehow).
Another reason why I have lost interest in Katarina is because she is perfectly content being in the top 30. I mean come on! If you're going to dedicate your life to being a professional athlete the least you can do is strive to be the best, even if you're never the best in your sport. It's the heart that athletes put into their sport that makes us sports fans love and support the athletes to whom we are drawn. Katarina chokes all the time at the most decisive moments. I have been watching Dinara and she has moved out of the shadow of her older brother, Marat, who is also a professional tennis player and was at one time #1 in the world. She got herself a new coach and is training hard and evolving herself, keeping her emotions under control and learning how to be the one who decides how well she will play. She used to let her emotions dictate the outcome of her matches but now she is in control of them and is better able to rise to the occasion of dealing with the pressure that professional athletes, and all people who strive to be great, must deal.
So for these two important reasons I have developed an admiration for Dinara Safina. Mark my words, if she continues to play as impressively as she has been over these last 6 months or so, she will be #1 in the world in the not-too-distant future.
Oh, and reason #3 is because she's sizzling hot, like a delicious strip of bacon.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
How I Got My Name, by Jane Rabadi
On this day in 1971 on the south side of Indianapolis I was born to a very young mother and an insane, off his rocker Middle Eastern father who was convinced this one would be a boy. When I showed up having different plumbing, the dilemma was then to decide upon a name. The nurses told my mom she couldn't leave the hospital with me till I had a name, so the pressure was on.
At first my dad thought Wufa (pronounced, Woof-ha) was an endearing name. Mom said, "uh, no." Then he suggested Sim Sim, which translates to sesame and is a name I have grown to love as I have gotten older. As she lay there in the hospital bed cursing her decision to ever go on a first date with this man, he threw out another name: Seham (pronounced See-ham). Dear sweet merciful Jesus, I have no idea what my life would look like, where I'd be and how many children I would have clinging to my apron, had I been given that name. Instead, Mom gave me my lovely British name after her Grandmother, my Great Grandmother. Turns out she was a little confused laying there in the hospital room and didn't realize that Jane was the name of my Great Grandfather's first wife who'd died. Then he married my Great Grandma. So I'm named after a dead woman my mom never met.
At first my dad thought Wufa (pronounced, Woof-ha) was an endearing name. Mom said, "uh, no." Then he suggested Sim Sim, which translates to sesame and is a name I have grown to love as I have gotten older. As she lay there in the hospital bed cursing her decision to ever go on a first date with this man, he threw out another name: Seham (pronounced See-ham). Dear sweet merciful Jesus, I have no idea what my life would look like, where I'd be and how many children I would have clinging to my apron, had I been given that name. Instead, Mom gave me my lovely British name after her Grandmother, my Great Grandmother. Turns out she was a little confused laying there in the hospital room and didn't realize that Jane was the name of my Great Grandfather's first wife who'd died. Then he married my Great Grandma. So I'm named after a dead woman my mom never met.
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