Such a random occurrence I had to share.
T and I were chillin during one of our normal Wed eve’s together. We came out onto my patio to have a cig before ANTM.
Buzz, buzz.
T looks at me. “You hear that?”
“Its probably just a bug” I reply.
Buzz, buzz – this time louder.
I too realize its something other then a bug.
I notice the sound coming from a netting overhang above the papsan.
There he is. A little hummingbird with a red chest, caught in the netting. This is the 3rd little bugger this has happened too. I holler for my mother, not in the mood to dodge a freaked out bird like the last 2 times. She comes out and frees him.
He darts through the patio and lands on the plant stand a few feet away. Mom returns inside. You’d think this would be the end.
No.
As T and I are sitting out there, this little dude flies back and forth, freaking out. He’d either land on the plant (RIGHT ABOVE MY HEAD), the plant stand or the stand up fan that’s standing pretty much between me and T. We also have bloody handprints on the kitchen window for Halloween that he seems to think is food. Back and forth. Back and forth. This is a little unnerving, if only for the fact he could care less that there’s 2 people chillin out there with him. T and I continue to dodge him but are fascinated. I start to feel bad. We’re thinking he wont leave due to the fact that its dark and he has no idea where he is. This continues on for quite a while. After another attempt at the hands he falls to the ground for a moment, but then back around.
At one point, when he’s on the fan – his long clear tongue comes whipping out. Now, I’ve never been this close to witness this sort of thing. I stare in awe as T is mortified.
My guilt takes over, so I climb up to unhook the hummingbird feeder that he cant seem to find and I hang it over the plant stand he seems to favor. It takes him a few flutters around but he finally finds it. He drinks and drinks and drinks. This seemed to be the answer. He lands again on the plant stand and actually does a little happy dance.
T and I mosey back inside to watch our show and when we return he’s gone. Hopefully the little bugger found his way, but I must say it was quite an interesting thing to watch.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Our bodies...
Yup.
I'm gettin older.
I'm 33.
Life isnt quite where I planned it on being at this stage in my life, but I continue to roll with the punches.
I'm trying to motivate myself, hell force myself to start taking better care of myself physically and emotionally. Obviously I'm failing miserably at the moment - but I'll get there.
A dear friend of mine had a massive stroke. He is 37. He's recovering wonderfully but still - slap in the face. I read the news all the time about people's lives snuffed out at such a young age. Gone. Death scares me. I'll admit it. I'm afraid to die. I dont lie awake stressing about it, but I certainly would like to avoid it if possible. At least for now. You think that would be a good kick in the ass to take better care of myself. Alas no. The funny thing is - I'm not all that unhealthy. I eat decently, I dont drink myself into an oblivion every night. Yes I smoke. I smoke heavily. I was at an oral surgeon today filling out paperwork (I'll get to that in a minute) and I had to write down that I smoke. For how long it asks. I thought about it and guesstimated 15 years. Jesus. Yet I plan on having one after I write this. To sit outside and ponder life like I often do. Yes, smoking is one of those things I need to stop.
I seem to be finding myself a little less invincible these days. I worry more. I dont want to die. I'm seeing a new dentist now. Apparently my prior dentist my mom worked for most of her life sucked, and now I'm seeing a good one that she works for now. I have cavities on both sides of my mouth. I got the right side done already - actually survived my very 1st shot in the mouth and massive drilling. I dont recommend it. I need to make an appt. for my 2nd side. Still have yet to do so. He referred me to an oral surgeon because I have a little flap of gum on my back wisdom tooth (Yes I still have them). Could be a pollup. Mouth cancer. I honestly wasnt worried, nor was my mom and the oral surgeon confirmed that. Its just a tissue tag, no big. But it makes me think. What if it was. I also have a doctor's appt this friday because I've been having stomach issues for over 2 weeks now. My grandmother died of colan cancer. I cant help but worry a little. I'm sure its stress related and I probably have IBS. But still. I worry. I also need to make that damn appt. with the dentist for the other side of my mouth. I also need to make a dermatologist appt for some angry freckles. This getting old stuff blows.
I had planned on this week starting into really trying to take better care of myself, especially by excersising. I cant because of said angry gut. (And the fact that Gogol Bordello 3 hour bouncing makes for very pissed of calves)
I dont know why I wrote this blog really, I just think our bodies are odd. I hear of these super health freaks dropping of a heartattack at 30. I hear of smokers dying at 98 years old. One of the oldest men in the world is quoted when asked what his secret is to saying "Whiskey, smoking and women". I mean who or what is to say makes it all better? If I quit smoking, become a vegetarian and stop drinking - I could still drop dead. Yet, I know filling your lungs up with smoke cant nessasarily be a good thing. I dont know. I think I'm just more annoyed that being "healthy" seems to be a pain in the ass. But I will make the attempt. I will. These extra pounds I've put on are not flattering, and I really want to "feel better". I'll just have to wait until the doctor tells me I'm ok I suppose.
Stupid gut.
I'm gettin older.
I'm 33.
Life isnt quite where I planned it on being at this stage in my life, but I continue to roll with the punches.
I'm trying to motivate myself, hell force myself to start taking better care of myself physically and emotionally. Obviously I'm failing miserably at the moment - but I'll get there.
A dear friend of mine had a massive stroke. He is 37. He's recovering wonderfully but still - slap in the face. I read the news all the time about people's lives snuffed out at such a young age. Gone. Death scares me. I'll admit it. I'm afraid to die. I dont lie awake stressing about it, but I certainly would like to avoid it if possible. At least for now. You think that would be a good kick in the ass to take better care of myself. Alas no. The funny thing is - I'm not all that unhealthy. I eat decently, I dont drink myself into an oblivion every night. Yes I smoke. I smoke heavily. I was at an oral surgeon today filling out paperwork (I'll get to that in a minute) and I had to write down that I smoke. For how long it asks. I thought about it and guesstimated 15 years. Jesus. Yet I plan on having one after I write this. To sit outside and ponder life like I often do. Yes, smoking is one of those things I need to stop.
I seem to be finding myself a little less invincible these days. I worry more. I dont want to die. I'm seeing a new dentist now. Apparently my prior dentist my mom worked for most of her life sucked, and now I'm seeing a good one that she works for now. I have cavities on both sides of my mouth. I got the right side done already - actually survived my very 1st shot in the mouth and massive drilling. I dont recommend it. I need to make an appt. for my 2nd side. Still have yet to do so. He referred me to an oral surgeon because I have a little flap of gum on my back wisdom tooth (Yes I still have them). Could be a pollup. Mouth cancer. I honestly wasnt worried, nor was my mom and the oral surgeon confirmed that. Its just a tissue tag, no big. But it makes me think. What if it was. I also have a doctor's appt this friday because I've been having stomach issues for over 2 weeks now. My grandmother died of colan cancer. I cant help but worry a little. I'm sure its stress related and I probably have IBS. But still. I worry. I also need to make that damn appt. with the dentist for the other side of my mouth. I also need to make a dermatologist appt for some angry freckles. This getting old stuff blows.
I had planned on this week starting into really trying to take better care of myself, especially by excersising. I cant because of said angry gut. (And the fact that Gogol Bordello 3 hour bouncing makes for very pissed of calves)
I dont know why I wrote this blog really, I just think our bodies are odd. I hear of these super health freaks dropping of a heartattack at 30. I hear of smokers dying at 98 years old. One of the oldest men in the world is quoted when asked what his secret is to saying "Whiskey, smoking and women". I mean who or what is to say makes it all better? If I quit smoking, become a vegetarian and stop drinking - I could still drop dead. Yet, I know filling your lungs up with smoke cant nessasarily be a good thing. I dont know. I think I'm just more annoyed that being "healthy" seems to be a pain in the ass. But I will make the attempt. I will. These extra pounds I've put on are not flattering, and I really want to "feel better". I'll just have to wait until the doctor tells me I'm ok I suppose.
Stupid gut.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 2, 2009
San Clemente
Ah Day 1.
Arriving in one of the few places I can find a bit of peace. A bit of relaxation. A bit of ahhhhh.
Waves crashing onto shore. The screech of the train in the distance as it arrives loudly and feverishly. The sound of children laughing. The taste of the sweet red wine. The buttery magnificentness of the bucket o mussels. The lone electric guitar player filling the evening with his sad songs. The look of pure relaxation on mom's face. The excitement of Keri's brief escape from her harsh reality. The local kids surfing in the dark blue ocean. The shimmering pink shock of the sunset. The familiar condo that is starting to feel like a 2nd home. The colors, oh the colors of the blue sky, the puffy white clouds, the harsh sunlight that eventually fades into a beautiful pink, the sharp white moon, the dark shimmering blue ocean, the lush green palm trees, - its like a photograph. I try to shoot what I can. Capturing the essence of one of California's unknown cities. Its a perfect first day. Sigh.
Arriving in one of the few places I can find a bit of peace. A bit of relaxation. A bit of ahhhhh.
Waves crashing onto shore. The screech of the train in the distance as it arrives loudly and feverishly. The sound of children laughing. The taste of the sweet red wine. The buttery magnificentness of the bucket o mussels. The lone electric guitar player filling the evening with his sad songs. The look of pure relaxation on mom's face. The excitement of Keri's brief escape from her harsh reality. The local kids surfing in the dark blue ocean. The shimmering pink shock of the sunset. The familiar condo that is starting to feel like a 2nd home. The colors, oh the colors of the blue sky, the puffy white clouds, the harsh sunlight that eventually fades into a beautiful pink, the sharp white moon, the dark shimmering blue ocean, the lush green palm trees, - its like a photograph. I try to shoot what I can. Capturing the essence of one of California's unknown cities. Its a perfect first day. Sigh.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Saturday, August 29, 2009
San Antonio Trip Day 9 and the last....
I'M HOME I'M HOME I'M HOME!!!!! It was so nice when B and I stumbled in the door and mom and roomie were so happy to see us and my girls came a running! Smokie was also quite happy to see me! :)
Last day started quite groggy after our long day then long night of Tucson partying last nite. We headed to downtown to grab some breakfast and realized Tucson Brueggers Bagels is not as good as SoCal Brueggers. We hit the road. We're both tired, done and somewhat cranky I'd say. We trekked through the desert listening to Mo-Town and stopped for lunch at some truck stop. We had an absolutley horrible meal that reminded us both how healthy we need to eat when we return to town. Dont have anything really interesting to post for today except the long long long driving throught the desert. We both perked up and were so happy to see the Welcome to California sign.
I would say this is one of the longest times I've been away. The conference was fine, did learn some and met some great people to network with now when we need each other. B and I shared some fantastic random adventures. I got to see Texas and I doubt I'll ever be there again, unless I head out to see my girl N. I'm exhausted but so very happy to be home. Hope you all enjoyed the random bloggings of my adventure.
Last day started quite groggy after our long day then long night of Tucson partying last nite. We headed to downtown to grab some breakfast and realized Tucson Brueggers Bagels is not as good as SoCal Brueggers. We hit the road. We're both tired, done and somewhat cranky I'd say. We trekked through the desert listening to Mo-Town and stopped for lunch at some truck stop. We had an absolutley horrible meal that reminded us both how healthy we need to eat when we return to town. Dont have anything really interesting to post for today except the long long long driving throught the desert. We both perked up and were so happy to see the Welcome to California sign.
I would say this is one of the longest times I've been away. The conference was fine, did learn some and met some great people to network with now when we need each other. B and I shared some fantastic random adventures. I got to see Texas and I doubt I'll ever be there again, unless I head out to see my girl N. I'm exhausted but so very happy to be home. Hope you all enjoyed the random bloggings of my adventure.
San Antonio Trip Day 8...
So we groggily stumbled out of bed this morning in Fort Stockton TX and headed out after a decent free breakfast and getting gas with a bit of a dragonfly battle. Today was our longest drive, we also lost 2 hours so that made it seem even longer...lord. Lots of long desert driving and me realizing I have a bigger case of ADD then I thought. We stopped at a few random spots...the Aleka tourist spot to get gas where we checked out random chotchikes and I purchased my bag of skittles. This place has a huge set of flats set up to make it look like a town...it was cheesyily awesome. We then finally had to stop at another tourist attraction...there were a bunch of billboard advertising "The Thing". It was the same company as Aleka and others we had passed but we had to see what this one was all about. We paid our $1 to check it out. It turned out to be a 3 building set up in the back of the store of random artifacts of junk and old cars...lots of weird torture set ups..um....what was the weirdest was we realized there was a whole house...er mobile home set up as well meaning someone actually lived here. B and I decided that was actually "The Thing" and started having memories of really bad horror flicks where these teenagers are checking out some random tourist spot and get massacared. Ya. Awesome. We headed back out and finally arrived in Tucson AZ. We got a decent hotel and decided to check out the town. For dinner we braved the all you can eat sushi place (yup-sushi in the desert) and the place was f-ing packed. We actually had decent sushi and totally overdosed since it was all you can eat and decided to still check out the night life. B had noticed a band Heather Hardy that was playing at a place called The Hut. I must point out - downtown Tucson is a total hippy/college town. The place is swarming with kids in "Wildcat" shirts and other artsy indie people. Its awesome. Sort of like a mini downtown Long Beach. We waltzed our fat asses into The Hut, had a drink and after I started getting extremely annoyed and tired that it was starting way later then planned...the gal and this dude started in. They were ok. I wanted to beat the sound guys head in, but I did realize the gal was awesome. Talk about a fantastic fiddle player. We then realized they were the opening act and Heather and her band would be playing after. I seemed to get a 2nd wind ( I honestly think its just I was so past tired I was now in a weird slap happy phase) so we stayed. They were fucking awesome. The guitarist was great, Heather was great, they played some fantastic blues. There was also an adorable old couple that kept cuttin the rug everytime and upbeat song played. They were so great and romantic! Damn can they dance!!! I also would like to point out the really weird long gray haired dude that was in his own world dancing as well...he was quite entertaining. We listened to the majority of thier set and the fullness set in for B since he kept drinking beers, so we headed out. I definately plan on looking her up when I get back, cuz that gal needs to play Doheny. Now I'm over exhausted, slightly tipsy on wine and saki and ready to crash out. We head home 2morow!!!
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