Ritual

My negative thoughts are eating me alive. Some of you know about it, most of you don’t. I’m not going to go into detail here. What I am going to tell you is what I did to stop it.

First, I wrote down the most prominent thoughts that had been plaguing me. The ones that were going to destroy me from the inside out.

There were twelve. Then, I sealed them in an envelope.

After setting up a pickle jar, and some chairs for viewing,

we lit that envelope on fire.

Then, we just sat in silence. Well, as silent as you can get across from a busy interstate. It was just me, Richie, and the man in the moon.

Then, I spread the ashes. It’ll make good fertilizer. Don’t tell my landlord.

 

While writing this, I tried to come up with a poignant closing. And all I could come with is that negative thoughts are negative. They lie to you, they will tear you apart. Some people are better able to deal with them than others. Richie just ignores them. They have no place in his life. Me? I have been fighting with them for a long time. I don’t know if this is the end. I feel no different. No weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I don’t breathe easier. Kind of hard with smoke blowing in your face.

Richie: “You should do this often. If you do this more than once, you’ll get used to the idea, you’ll be able to reflect more often.”

 
That boy is just looking for a bonfire.

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Everyone loves a foodie

Richie is a foodie. He didn’t used to like to admit it, but I think he’s coming around to the idea.  It’s pretty nifty to live with a foodie. Especially since I’m such a fussy eater. Richie stumbles upon something I like, then he works and works at it until he gets it just right.

May I present exhibit A: deep fried broccoli.

It’s way better than it looks. And sounds. I don’t know how well you can see the photo. I wasn’t sure how I would like it, since I don’t like deep fried green beans. But I love it! And let’s not forget the Chipotle mayonnaise.

A spoonful of mayo and as much hot sauce as you can stand.

 

Then there’s this little lunch: spicy noodles.

I didn’t like the dish the first time Richie prepared it. But the next time he made it, he cooked the noodles according to the instructions (apparently he just works at his own whim. Foodies).

 

And last night, there was this little gem:

Baked potato, garlic bread, and lime garlic pepper chicken. Maybe a little onion, too. Richie isn’t here to proofread, so I’m not really sure. But it was really damn tasty.

 

And, last but not least (for now). Homemade salsa.

This salsa is incredible. No kidding. I almost OD’d on it. And it makes a lot, which, is good, because Richie’s kid eats a lot of food. And so does Richie. He’s a middle of the night snacker. (And he doesn’t gain weight, the bastard.) Between these two, I’m lucky to get scraps.

 

Those who know me I’m not a cook. Well, barely. One of my New Year’s resolutions was to learn a new recipe each month. I’ve only missed one month. I hate cooking. When I get home from work, I’m tired and don’t want to mess with cooking. I just want to warm something up and eat. Because Richie is the best boyfriend ever, he often makes big meals that last for a few days- chilli, pasta, etc. I bake. Usually weekends. When I actually have the energy. If you’re lucky, I’ll blog about these recipe escapades. Poor you. I mean, lucky you.

“Oh look, there’s Waldo!”

No, really.

I found him last night at Llywelyn’s Pub in Webster Groves. We were there for the new Westward Sons album release, Basement Sessions. The boys sold some albums, t-shirts, and of course put on a great show.

Everybody who was anybody was there: all the band girlfriends; Tim’s darling sister Beth and his brother Andy, both of whom I adore; Connie; Morgan; my best friend Kelly and her boyfriend Bill. There were a few who were missing, but they were in our hearts. Or something equally sappy.

Now, let me tell you about Joy.

Joy is Caleb’s girlfriend, and the most awesome person ever. Last night, she saved me from Creepy McScarington. Kelly and Bill had left, and Connie and Morgan had gone out for a smoke. I came back to the table, and noticed Creepy kind of waving at me. I had a ring on my left hand, and was trying to show it off, as a gigantic hint that “Hey, I’m taken, so stay the hell where you are!” To no avail. He came over, got really close, and was asking me why I was sitting at a table all alone. Luckily, Joy received my telepathic S.O.S (or saw the panicked look on my face, whichever you prefer) and came over. We introduced ourselves and Creepy hightailed it out of there. Thank you, Joy! So if you bump into her on the street, make sure to sing her praises. Because on top of rescuing me, she’s also a pretty cool lady. Lucky Caleb.

 

So, the night went well, and everybody’s happy. And for the occasion, I baked this little gem:

I was trying to match it up to the Westward Sons shirts:

Richie was happy with it, and since I made the cake for him, I’m happy. If it were for me, there would be swirlies on the side and a border. But I digress. If you would like an album, they cost $10. For a limited time, you not only get a cd, but a four gig jump drive. On the drive you get all of the songs that are on the cd (MP3 and also the wave,) and the artwork and the KDHX interview. But it’s only a limited time, so buy now!

(Did you imagine an annoying announcer voice in your head just then? Because that’s what I was going for.)

Pets

Richie and I don’t have pets like most people have pets. No majestic cats

or lazy dogs.

 

No.

No, we  have something else. Something more exotic. Meet Lillith.

 

She’s a ball python, so called because they curl up into a ball anytime they feel insecure or scared or stressed. It’s a defense mechanism.

This is Clutch.

Clutch is a Burmese. Richie has had him for at least ten years. Maybe more. He gave me a good hug there, to make sure he didn’t fall off. I much prefer Lillith, because on those rare occasions that I hold her, she doesn’t move. Neither do I.

We just stand still, each afraid of the other.

 

Snakes are not conducive to cuddling.

Home again, home again.

We’re home now. We got home Monday. I didn’t write then because I was too damn tired, and yesterday was spent doing laundry and trying to figure out what to say.

I got nothin’.

 

When I left you, I was hanging out with Homer in his coffee house. After leaving, we headed to The Yarn Shop. Everyone was friendly and helpful. The shop was small, and could use some air conditioning. I pitched in, buying this for Kelly’s hat:

(It’s purple Kelly. Promise!)

Then I got this for Pete’s hat:

 

And this. I have no idea what I’m going to do with it. But I had to have it.


There was another skein of deep, autumnal orange and brown that was calling my name. However, Richie is a meanie head and said I had enough yarn. :o( But, I do have a friend who spins and dyes her own yarn (for those of you curious what to buy me for birthday presents- big 3-0 this year!). Maybe, possibly, I can sweet talk her into dyeing something special for me. We all want me to have beautiful yarn, right? And we all want to help this friend pay her rent, right? Of course right. I forgot where I was going with this.
Anyway, after leaving the yarn store and briefly stopping in a bead store, we headed to Llywelyn’s Pub for a split appetizer of dragon wings.  This restaurant is in a converted church. The church of Celtic goodness!

 

Later in the evening, we had a barbecue at Mom and Pete’s. Their neighbor Lourdes came, and so did Pete’s kids. The food was excellent, Lourdes was such fun, and Richie played guitar. I was very proud of Mom for not crying when we left Monday morning. She’s grown up so. :o)

 

Now we’re home, and  have the rest of this week on vacation. Yesterday we stopped by the Science Center, and today was the Botanical Garden.

I know I’ve seen too much of the X-Files because I kept expecting one of these tendrils to reach out and grab me.

(Try sleeping tonight while thinking about that)

We wandered around part of the garden neither of us had been to. It was nice and quiet, and there was a residential space. Then we came upon the man himself.

Shaw is buried in there. Nice. A little ostentatious, but what do you expect from the Victorians? I love them so.

The boxwood garden was beautiful, as always.

The puddle jumpers were turned on,

which pleased Richie to no end.


After a quick jaunt to the woodland garden

and the Chinese garden

 

we came home. And that’s where I’m at,  right now. Debating on whether I want to shower and go to Knit Night, or be lazy and stay home.

Overland Park, KS

Greeting and salutations from Homer’s Coffeehouse in Overland Park, KS.  We arrived in Overland Park Friday night for a weekend trip to my mom’s. After we arrived and schlepped our stuff upstairs, we headed to Zarda for dinner.Yum, people. Then we headed back to home to visit and mellow out. Mom’s boyfriend Pete made me a huge ice cream sundae, and I crashed on the couch at 10:00.

On Saturday, Richie and I headed to the City Market, a huge combination farmers’ market and community yard sale:

 

These photos were taken inside the shopping center:

This is the entrance to Urban Trader, a gypsy bohemian paradise:

After walking our legs off there, we headed to the Kemper Art Museum. We were greeted by these fellows:

 

Richie and I can’t decide what this is. Rose? Candle?

 

And, just to make sure I don’t sleep tonight:

 

Check it out. Big Brother is watching you.

 

That’s the first part of our trip. I’ll post more when we get home.