Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Finished one-fourth of my reflexology classroom requirements. And one-fiftieth of the hands-on requirement.
Today is the Feast of Divine Mercy. At both radio stations where I work (and from stuff I've seen on the Internet) I hear about how Jesus died for our sins. Which I've known since I was a kid, but lately I have been thinking of some pretty bad sins I've committed. Now I am trying to convince myself Jesus died for those sins, too, and that I am forgiven. Never mind some of my relatives have committed equally bad or worse sins.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
saw your face from a window
now i can't let it go
but i don't know your number or your name
if i only could phone you
i could say what i want to
when i'm trying to catch your eye
you're stepping out of view
it's hard to doit's such a shame
i can't get through without
your number or your name
caught a glimpse in the subway
but you weren't going my way
you were lost in the rumble of the train
in the rush of the city
you were standing so calmly
wish that i only had the nerve
to say hello to you
i'll be waiting 'til the end of time
with this burning yearning
in my heart and in my mind
saw you walking this morning
so i too started walking
maybe this time will be the one
where you will see me too
D. Fieger/B. Averre
This afternoon I was walking across DuPont Circle and I thought about taking the train downtown, first with my dad, then as an intern, then actually working here. Wow. The sun was shining and it reminded me of when I was younger and there were so few perceived limitations.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
We are in the BOC towards the end of my shift and everything is going normally. And that's good -- normally, no drama, no excitement. Other than one recorder everything is functioning OK -- I am talking in my native language in normal tones to people I have known for years. And that's a good thing.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
So I'm surfing Pigloo after an unremarkable day and I see Tammy's apartment was ransacked and her pigs killed. It made my experience almost five years ago look like nothing. I got my money back, or at least most of it, and the pigs and I weren't hurt. I have been so tired the last couple days I've barely had the energy to mix Pippin's Critical Care or clean the pigpen. Tonight I did both and was glad I still have pigs to feed and clean up after.
The first time I ever heard of butter lambs was radio spots WILM did for Johnny's Supermarket. I used to pack them in ice and schlep them across the state of Pennsylvania every Easter. The lambs, not the radio spot. Supposedly the butter lamb is a Polish tradition, although my Hungarian grandmother and my Italian aunt remember them from their youth. The Polish word for lamb is "Baranek, " similar to the Russian "Baranyano" or something like that. A, who is from Poland, says she has never heard of such a thing although I don't know how big Catholic holidays during the '70's and '80's when she was growing up there. I imagine it was the creation of Polish immigrants who were too poor to afford an actual lamb roast.
Although I am not Polish or from Buffalo, these web sites have struck a cord with me. Enjoy!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Regina coeli, laetare: Quia quem meruisti portare, Resurrexit sicut dixit, alleluia.
"Queen of Heaven rejoice: For He whom you merited to bear, Has risen as He said, alleluia."
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Lent is over in some time zones and will be over soon in others. According to whom you listen to, it was over as early as Holy Thursday. Never mind, I can't drink for almost 24 hours anyway. A martini is in order.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Lent is almost over. I’m glad Easter comes early this year – it means we get over with Lent sooner. Aunt Ellen sent Mom the Neiman-Marcus cookie recipe, so Mom is gonna try making them. Yay!
This flu keeps coming and going, or maybe it’s an allergy. I sure would like to get this snot unstuck from my head.
Business has been good. I’m afraid most of my posts are pretty prosaic (pedantic?). I had started my blog this year trying to be upbeat, grateful, optimistic, brimming over with joie de vivir (sp?) Instead, people are getting posts about mostly material things. Including my pigs.
"G-d sent his only begotten son to die on the cross to redeem mankind and all we did to pay him back was make terrible fucking cartoons, like the Transformers"
Seriously. That and Crapweasel is home with his rightful owner. I think that sez it all.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Monday, March 17, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Finished booking trip to PR. My life can't suck so badly if I have to decide between the Hilton, the Condado and the Marriott.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Ehhhh, well, not a bad week financially or emotionally. I can get through a full 60-minute massage but have to take a nap afterwards. It’s funny – I went to massage school so I could get more control of my life but now it’s got control of me – I wanted to go out with C and a bunch of other people Thursday but as I still require a lot of sleep and had to be at work at midnight that put an end to that. So much of what I need to do just requires signing a piece of paper and sticking it in an envelope, sending a fax or giving my credit card numbers yet I can’t bring myself to do it. And I am gonna be in real trouble soon if I don’t.
We had the worst fire in almost 30 years in DC this week. I have an alibi – I was in Virginia so I missed it all. I count myself lucky that I still have a place to live. The other day I heard someone say the subprime crisis tops Hurricane Katrina. So it’s not just me. It reminds me of stories I heard of the Great Depression in which you could buy a loaf of bread for a penny or a pair of shoes for fifty cents. I thought that was great, until Dad told me no one had the money to buy stuff. Period.
The big talk this week has been about former Governor Spitzer of New York, who evidently has no redeeming features. They say girls from the Emperor’s Club earn at least a grand an hour. I am really in the wrong line of work.
The AU Men's B-Ball team has secured its first Division I NCAA Tournament appearance in the team's 82 year history. Years ago I had a horrible crush on a brain-damaged AU graduate. The latest AU crush is not not pathologically brain-damaged. He just acts that way.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, March 06, 2008
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Got a new nail clipper for tomorrow. And managed to do a half-decent job of cutting my own finger and toenails.