Showing posts with label pleasure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pleasure. Show all posts

26 April 2007

Kitty interviews Twango

Here I am being interviewed by Joie de Kitty



1. Tell me what your favourite memory with a male family member (Dad, uncle, grandpa, etc.) is.

My favorite memory with a male family member? Hummm, that's a tough one. I only remember this from being told, but it is my absolute favorite. I was the 2nd grandchild and the first granddaughter on my mom's side. To say I was the apple of grandpa's eye is an understatement. I could do no wrong in his eyes. Not long before he died, (I was 5) I got into his matches. Now, he had those big enormous boxes of the sulfur tipped matches. I decided to play pick up sticks with those matches while he was at work. My grandmother told me to pick them up. I responded by getting a wet wash cloth, lying on the couch and telling my grandmother, I can't, I have a sezer (fever). She made me pick them up and I did begrudgingly, crying the whole time and hyperventilating the phrase, 'wait till pawpaw gets home'. As soon as he came home, my grandmother said I was off like a rocket to meet him at the back door and proceeded to tell him all about what a horrible person 'his wife' was. He told my grandmother, Linda, those are my matches and if that baby wants to play pick-up sticks with them, she can. Grandmother said I looked at her with a 'take that' look. It's a favorite, because it truly let me know that I was special.

2. What is your earliest memory involving food? Was it positive or negative, and do you still eat that food?

Easily, the times cooking with my grandmother (the one from above). She didn't teach her daughters to cook. She thought, what do they need to know how to do that for, I cook. Well, when they got married, her phone would ring off the hook with, 'Mamma, how do I make/do xxx?' When I came along and showed interest in what she was doing, she plopped my butt on a counter and began teaching me how at around 4 or 5. The first thing I remember making with her was meringue. She would give me a bowl with the egg whites and a fork and tell me to beat it till it was stiff. Now that I'm a mom, I know she was just trying to get me out of the way, but I kept coming back for more, so she gradually increased my responsibilities till I was chopping and applying heat right along with her.

3. We know you love Cute Knut. Do or did you have any pets? What do you love about them?

We do have a pet, actually he is my oldest daughters and he is a Second Chance pet. His name is Freedom. He's really a pretty cool dog. He knows I'm 'grandma' and gets the grandparent spoiling treatment. He of course gets a stocking and presents at Christmas and a present on the 4th of July, as that is supposedly the day he was born, hence his name. What I love about them is the unconditional love. They are happy to see you whenever you get home; 5 minutes is like 5 days to them. It just makes ya feel loved. It was really cute when after he had broken his leg, but it was healed, he had gotten used to the sympathy thing and when he would hear someone in the kitchen, he would come in there to see if any snacks would be coming his way. If he didn't get any, he would play that sympathy card and limp as if he still had the cast. Funny thing was, he didn't always limp on the same leg. It was too cute and I had to give a treat for that.




4. One of the things I miss about the US is the commercials on TV... What is your favorite commercial, and why?

Right now, I'm loving this commercial Nationwide titled light switch. I don’t' know why, but it just cracks me up.

5. Where would you like to travel and why?

There truly are so many places I want to travel. France, Italy, Germany, oh hail, all of Europe truthfully. I would love to do a culinary tour of the world as that would serve two purposes, both the culinary aspect but the cultural end as well. Egypt for sure as I am fascinated by their ancient culture. The Middle East for the religious aspect, Germany as I am more German in heritage and I'd love to see my 'roots' so to speak, but I think I'll cheat and just say everywhere, cause honestly, it is true.


Now it's your turn to play if you wish:
Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” I will respond by asking you five questions in the comments here on this post so check back here. I get to pick the questions. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

27 March 2007

Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes

While I thought I had gone through the vast majority of changes in my life, I'm still changing.

I'm more tolerant of things I was not formerly tolerant of and less tolerant of things I was previously tolerant of (go figure).
I seem to be more sympathetic.
I'm far more willing to show and share my emotions.
I'm still standoffish if I don't know you, but I warm up a bit quicker than I used to.
I'm more trusting.
I am softer (so sayeth a few friends).

I have looked, delved, and explored; trying to find the answer as to why. From what I can see, I place the blame for all the above on the shoulders of one person. I want to be a better person. Not a different person. I'm still me, just a better me.

That really is so not like me. I've always been fine with who I am. I've never felt the need to have someone in my life. If there was a special someone, great. If there wasn't a special someone, that was fine too. My company has always been sufficient. I enjoy me, my likes, dislikes and quirks.

He's the most gentle person I've ever known. He's very passionate about the things he loves, and would not hesitate to shoot someone breaking into his home, but the side I get to see, the one he hides from most others, is the most amazing person. Not that he is perfect, far from it. He can be a supreme ass, no doubt about that. He has a temper for sure. It may take a lot to light that fuse, but once lit, it's time to run for cover - where then I can giggle(to myself only and only if I'm not the one that just lit that fuse) at just how red his face is and look for the smoke that is soon to be pouring from his ears a la Saturday morning cartoons. But I've only lit that fuse twice thank goodness and both of those times were misunderstandings. He figured out I am not a mind reader though and misunderstandings won't be a problem any longer. I owe him more than I can ever repay.

Now back to changes. With the changes I have gone through, I've grown in a different direction than I ever anticipated. I hate to say it because it sounds so snobby, but, I've evolved. That is the best way to describe it. Evolving however means there are certain things (or people) that need to be reevaluated. That's the hard part. I am a much different person today than I was 5 years ago, hell, even 2 years ago. That is going to require a lot of thought.

Here it is Spring and I'm looking at a different kind of Spring cleaning.

23 March 2007

How cool is this

All the third graders at my 8yo's school went to the Museum of Fine Arts today for a field trip. They went to see The Masterpieces of French Painting on loan from The Metropolitan Museum of Art: 1800-1920.

A quote from the MoFA page:

Over 50 paintings by Édouard Manet, Claude Monet, Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Edgar Degas, Camille Pissarro, Alfred Sisley, Paul Cézanne, and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec show the breadth and depth of the revolutionary vision shared by the members of this group. Among the most outstanding paintings are Manet´s Boating (1874), Monet´s La Grenouillère (1869) and Bridge over a Pool of Water Lilies (1899), and Degas´s The Dancing Class (probably 1871).

Highlights from the Post-Impressionist period include Cézanne´s The Gulf of Marseilles Seen from L´Estaque (c. 1885), Paul Gauguin´s mystical Ia Orana Maria (Hail Mary) (1891) and Vincent van Gogh´s expressive Cypresses (1889). Works by Pierre Bonnard and Edouard Vuillard represent the Nabis movement, and works by Henri Matisse, including Reclining Odalisque (1926) and a selection of Pablo Picasso´s paintings on the cusp of Cubism round out the exhibition.

So anyway, she loved it. That just excites me to no end. She said she loves Van Gogh.

See, I told ya, way cool!

09 February 2007

hummm

So, " The Masterpieces of French Painting from The Metropolitan Museum of Art: 1800-1920 " is showing at the MFAH,
http://www.mfah.org/main.asp?target=exhibition&par1=1&par2=1&par3=358

I really cannot wait to go. When in NYC last year, I went to the MOMA and I could not get enough of it.

"Chiho Aoshima: City Glow", "Fit for a King: English Silver from the Collection of George S. Heyer, Jr.", "Hélio Oiticica: The Body of Color", and "The Target Collection of American Photography: A Century in Pictures" are some other current exhibits I want to check out.

Some other upcoming exhibits, "Arms and Armor from the Ancient World" , "The Quest for Immortality: Hidden Treasures of Ancient Egypt", and "Pompeo Batoni: "The Best Painter in Italy" fall into the must see category.

06 February 2007

more today than yesterday

This is just so very apropos today

More Today Than Yesterday
( Spiral Starecase )

I don't remember what day it was
I didn't notice what time it was
All I know is that I fell in love with you
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Every day's a new day in love with you
With each day comes a new way of loving you
Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Oh, I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow
I love you more today than yesterday
But, darling, not as much as tomorrow

Break

Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away
Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way
I thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger
And I always will be true
I know you feel the same way too

Oh, I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow
I love you more today than yesterdayBut only half as much as tomorrow

21 December 2006

Coffee


I absolutely love the stuff. I don't want it cold. I don't want it flavored. High-octane please, none of that decaf crap. Just give me coffee.
It does not matter if it is 110 in the shade, it does not matter if it is 2am. If I'm just not in a mood to drink while out and about with friends, they will order their beer, wine, whiskey or whatever. But when alcohol is not what I have a taste for and order coffee, boy do I get odd looks.
I walk into Central Market and head straight for the coffee section. I will stand there forever, smelling the air and feeling as if I'm in heaven.
There is just something about a hot cuppa. Soothing, calming, and relaxing. Some balk at the thought of spending $10 for a pound of freshly roasted coffee beans and settle for some store-brand. Life is just too short to waste on cheap coffee.