Back at Last! Things have been very busy in the Martin household, but looking back I cannot see what it was exactly that kept me from posting!
Was it because I went back to work full time? Was it the many family crises/shenanigans? Was it pure laziness on my part? I believe that it was a combination of all three.
As I recall the highlights I will post them for your enjoyment. No sense is keeping all the fun to myself.
Until then, Peace Out!
Monday, August 17, 2009
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Fung Shui
In keeping with my reputation for being the Minister of Information, I recently read a book about Fung Shui. Not for any particular reason, just to see what it was all about. Talk about step on a crack and break your momma’s back! Fung Shui is not for the person that pays no attention to the details. There are loads of rules, graphs, numbers, compasses etc and so forth. Very serious business.
Anyway, once I got my fill of this special way of living in ones surroundings, I got to thinking how nice it would be to utilize one of the suggestions in the book and I went out and got myself a little Betta fish for my office.
Is he in the correct quadrant of my office? Is his home perched in the correct spot? I’m not sure. But I am certain of this, he is great!
With all the eagerness of an expectant parent, I thought long and hard about what I was going to name the little critter. I am very satisfied with my choice. Vern Yip. That’s right, the King of Fung Shui himself! What could be more fitting than to be named after a resident of the great ATL who is not only famous but quite talented as well.
Anyway……..Vern’s been living the good life in my office at work and we had the Columbus Day Holiday coming up, so I decided that I was going to take Vern home for the weekend. Not one of my better ideas.
Vern was residing in an old fashioned, round fish bowl, I felt like it would be a piece of cake when it came to travel. I’m not a complete moron mind you; I did empty the vast majority of the water from his bowl.
It seems you can never get a fishbowl empty enough, especially if you are driving with it between your legs on roads that seemed relatively smooth based upon your last recollection.
Well, every blip, bump or piece of gravel on the journey home sent the inch and a half of water in Vern’s bowl slurping and sloshing everywhere! By the time I had made it the short 10 miles home I looked like I had wet my pants and I’m pretty sure Vern was suffering from a concussion.
It turns out he was none the worse for wear. In the meanwhile, the cat has become intrigued with him. Now she divides her time between Vern and Nacho. Nacho is Abby’s cockatiel that lives in my home office. It appears that I have this need to incorporate livestock into my business surroundings…..
I went back to work today. Vern did not. He is happily swimming about in a vintage, barrel shaped glass cookie jar in the kitchen window sill.
I think I will get a new fish for the office, Vern seems so taken with the zoo that is my home.
Well I'm back to square one, what shall I name the new Betta? Any suggestions will be appreciated.
Anyway, once I got my fill of this special way of living in ones surroundings, I got to thinking how nice it would be to utilize one of the suggestions in the book and I went out and got myself a little Betta fish for my office.
Is he in the correct quadrant of my office? Is his home perched in the correct spot? I’m not sure. But I am certain of this, he is great!
With all the eagerness of an expectant parent, I thought long and hard about what I was going to name the little critter. I am very satisfied with my choice. Vern Yip. That’s right, the King of Fung Shui himself! What could be more fitting than to be named after a resident of the great ATL who is not only famous but quite talented as well.
Anyway……..Vern’s been living the good life in my office at work and we had the Columbus Day Holiday coming up, so I decided that I was going to take Vern home for the weekend. Not one of my better ideas.
Vern was residing in an old fashioned, round fish bowl, I felt like it would be a piece of cake when it came to travel. I’m not a complete moron mind you; I did empty the vast majority of the water from his bowl.
It seems you can never get a fishbowl empty enough, especially if you are driving with it between your legs on roads that seemed relatively smooth based upon your last recollection.
Well, every blip, bump or piece of gravel on the journey home sent the inch and a half of water in Vern’s bowl slurping and sloshing everywhere! By the time I had made it the short 10 miles home I looked like I had wet my pants and I’m pretty sure Vern was suffering from a concussion.
It turns out he was none the worse for wear. In the meanwhile, the cat has become intrigued with him. Now she divides her time between Vern and Nacho. Nacho is Abby’s cockatiel that lives in my home office. It appears that I have this need to incorporate livestock into my business surroundings…..
I went back to work today. Vern did not. He is happily swimming about in a vintage, barrel shaped glass cookie jar in the kitchen window sill.
I think I will get a new fish for the office, Vern seems so taken with the zoo that is my home.
Well I'm back to square one, what shall I name the new Betta? Any suggestions will be appreciated.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Living on the Scream Machine
2008 has been a rollercoaster of a ride for our household. The real estate industry taking a nosedive has caused our household income to plummet into the basement. The cost of living rising at the same rate of speed with which our income has fallen has caused that yucky bottom dropping out of your stomach kinda feeling you get on that first, giant, downhill slide on the Scream Machine at Six Flags Over Georgia.
Our two daughters and all that encompasses the raising of children in this day and age sends me back up that next hill with the click-click-click of the wheels on the track echoing in my head. Somehow, I feel I am too old to have kids this young.
Down we swoosh again with the flooded basement from the rain storm from the night before, woe to the mole that dug those holes at the foundation of the house.
Read the news and there are crazy people doing the unspeakable for who knows what reason. I watch as our grandmother with Alzheimer’s is slowly losing touch. We cringe each time we crank up our vehicles that love to guzzle gas. Shopping for groceries increases the anxiety level when potatoes now cost $4.99 for a 5 lb bag and coffee is now almost $13 a can!
I have listened on the phone when close friends call to say that a school friend has given up and chosen suicide, while other friends with terminal illnesses are fighting for their lives.
This year has had just as many upward swings as downward swoops.
We have spent many days and nights with the kids and their boyfriends and best friends. Been witness to the falling ins and falling outs. Celebrated the receiving of driving permits and new pets. We have had our fair share of days swimming in the pool, watching fireworks on the fourth and eating too much watermelon.
We have sat in the dark listening to the kids outside on the covered porch during stormy nights, watching the torrential rains and then hearing them all giggling after the boys scream like girls at that last loud crack and boom of lightening and thunder.
Yes, for me, it is just like a rollercoaster, scary and exhilarating at the same time. My husband would beg to differ with me. Many of these circumstances make his head feel like it is going to pop off of his shoulders.
I don’t blame him, if I were not me; I guess I would feel the same way. I instead put on my Scarlett O’Hara attitude, done my green velvet dress cut from the draperies and worry about all the crap tomorrow. Today has its own misery. I don’t have the time nor inclination to muddy up the waters with tomorrows issues.
I thank God that my bills today are paid, my stomach today is full and my family today is together, I don’t know what tomorrow brings, it has not been promised to me anyway, but today, I will not complain.
Our two daughters and all that encompasses the raising of children in this day and age sends me back up that next hill with the click-click-click of the wheels on the track echoing in my head. Somehow, I feel I am too old to have kids this young.
Down we swoosh again with the flooded basement from the rain storm from the night before, woe to the mole that dug those holes at the foundation of the house.
Read the news and there are crazy people doing the unspeakable for who knows what reason. I watch as our grandmother with Alzheimer’s is slowly losing touch. We cringe each time we crank up our vehicles that love to guzzle gas. Shopping for groceries increases the anxiety level when potatoes now cost $4.99 for a 5 lb bag and coffee is now almost $13 a can!
I have listened on the phone when close friends call to say that a school friend has given up and chosen suicide, while other friends with terminal illnesses are fighting for their lives.
This year has had just as many upward swings as downward swoops.
We have spent many days and nights with the kids and their boyfriends and best friends. Been witness to the falling ins and falling outs. Celebrated the receiving of driving permits and new pets. We have had our fair share of days swimming in the pool, watching fireworks on the fourth and eating too much watermelon.
We have sat in the dark listening to the kids outside on the covered porch during stormy nights, watching the torrential rains and then hearing them all giggling after the boys scream like girls at that last loud crack and boom of lightening and thunder.
Yes, for me, it is just like a rollercoaster, scary and exhilarating at the same time. My husband would beg to differ with me. Many of these circumstances make his head feel like it is going to pop off of his shoulders.
I don’t blame him, if I were not me; I guess I would feel the same way. I instead put on my Scarlett O’Hara attitude, done my green velvet dress cut from the draperies and worry about all the crap tomorrow. Today has its own misery. I don’t have the time nor inclination to muddy up the waters with tomorrows issues.
I thank God that my bills today are paid, my stomach today is full and my family today is together, I don’t know what tomorrow brings, it has not been promised to me anyway, but today, I will not complain.
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