Greetings from FLA

My Mama sent me some luscious citrus from the Sunshine state...yum

Mikey's 21

My dear Miguelito is 21. Hard to believe. I stopped myself from sharing w/ him the "the day you were born..." details. Though I do remember...I came home from church, of all places, with a classmate. My Dad was pouring champagne with a smile, the house was filled with blue balloons. When I returned to school the following Monday, they announced over the loud speaker that I had had an addition to my family. I was called "Aunt Catherine" for the first time. Little did I know then, what an honor that title would be. Happy b-day, doll.

Blog therapy

I know on average, blog's are meant to share the more joyous happenings in life...but I can't lie, I've had better evenings. Perhaps it was the last roll of TP that kicked it off. Oh, how they disappear so quickly...

Then, there's the perpetually unorganizable (if that's even a word) spots that seem to lurk around every corner of my apartment...(oooh, suddenly I feel so exposed).




After belly achin' a bit, I cracked open a cold beer, put a sweet Gillian Welch CD on repeat, fetched a mighty din-din and reminded myself I have tomorrow off. Suddenly, all seemed right with the world. Even when the yoke splits...

SWK year # 1

Oddly enough, the SWK Staff party took place on the very same day as my 1 year anniversary with the company. Amazing. I pretended the gathering was in my honor. Well, we DID get one free drink ticket which I suppose is just as good. It took place in a very cool spot in South Berwick, ME called "The Red Barn," where there was a big ol' slate fire place or two, natural wood throughout and plenty of scrumptious tulips (even, in the ladies room.) Ms. Hogey Rogey, this one's for you. You nature nut.

Me and my stiff Manhattan, lovin' life...also in the ladies room. I know, I'm a hottie.

Cool chair (bad shot) outside of the ladies room.

There was a bit of a "buzz" in the store pre-party. We got a little goofy and played our annual game of "hide-n-seek." Where we place one of our sweet, wind-up toys in various places throughout the space for a colleague to find. A chick was the first contestant. A bit shy at first...

But eventually rose to the occasion...

then this beauty of a vessel (Burleigh ware's Asiatic pheasant print is one of my faves too) caught her eye...



and bottoms up, it's all over. Not so shy anymore, eh?

(Hey, what can I say? So, I've gone mad. But, at this point, I had been wearing the same of pair wool socks for 10 days or more and had just ingested about a half a dozen celebatory brownies before noon. Plus, it's mid-February in Maine. Which means, I haven't seen the GD sun in days, alright?)

Go Pats!

Dana, my Boss/friend, and I went out on the town to celebrate what we assumed would be another Pats victory (I know we look like Siamese twins joined at the skull.) Regretfully, we were sorely mistaken. I even wore red, white and blue and drank Pabst Blue Ribbon (which the decor is...you guessed it R, W & B) but they still lost. Poop.

Below photo is proof we were out. We went to a place called "The Stadium," where there were loads of Brady wanna-bees and jersey wearing fans.

Sweet Hey-Suess and more

Some interesting sights along the way... top most photo is a "goose barn, " which was very cute. There was loads of snow covered geese outside (a "gaggle" you might say.) The owner of the house, I presume, was pulling 3 goats in an attempt to move their location, but they weren't havin' it. Photo below that, well, it's an old time camper, what can I say?


Well, my weary wagon FINALLY got herself an inspection sticker. With the help of a little duct tape, a sweet (and forgiving) mechanic way the hell out in Hollis, and perhaps the presence of "Our lady of Guadalupe," ( a "dark-skinned virgin," as she's called, on an air freshener I bought at an auto parts store just before inspection and swung proudly from my rear view mirror) ol' Libby-poo is legal 'til August. Sweet is right.

Grandma's picture

I know, you're all probably sick to death with photos taken of my various heirloom's and such...but here's another one you. (Well, for my Mom really...since she is a BA-ZILLION miles away and won't be back in "God's country" to see it, for awhile.) I recently rearranged my room and decided to place my paternal Grandmother's picture above my bed. My mom told me, her and my dad carried it all the way from my Grandparents farm in Nebraska on a train back to Mass. And, thankfully, here it sits. Whattaya think, Ma?
Even dear ol' Sammy-poo approves.