tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86585752024-03-23T10:53:20.095-07:00Robbie's RuminationsChewing mind cud
done here.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.comBlogger583125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-47901212781688425022010-02-08T20:18:00.001-08:002010-02-08T20:59:13.640-08:00Mirror, mirror on the wall...<p style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;" class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/S3DiHWD1MbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hf5VZVulY74/s1600-h/downsized_0926091443a-717544.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/S3DiHWD1MbI/AAAAAAAAAN4/hf5VZVulY74/s320/downsized_0926091443a-717544.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436093366044799410" border="0" /></a></p><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style=""></span></span>Who has got the fattest ass of them all?<br /><br />About a week ago I broke down and bought new underwear because mine would no longer stay up, not because they were raggedy, old, and stretched out but because I had lost so much weight this past year that they were just simply too big. Two sizes too big! I don't think I ever had that happen before.<br /><br />I felt great! I felt like I had made a significant improvement to my physical health. I don’t know how much exactly I’ve lost because I waited to weigh myself for a couple of months after I had already started losing weight. It seems like a strange thing to do but I was at my heaviest weight ever and I knew if I got on the scale it would thoroughly depress me and potentially thwart my efforts. Knowing how much I’ve lost since I started weighing myself, I estimate the total weight loss though is about fifty to sixty pounds all together.<br /><br />I still have quite a way to go to reach my ideal weight. Of course, my ideal weight is what I weighed when I was twenty-five years old. Is it possible to return after seventeen years of aging and metabolism slowdown to a size eight? I don’t know but I figure a slow and steady turtle to the finish line is what will win the long term race. I am making lifestyle choices with hopes that this will be a long term accomplishment. All of my clothes are too big for me. I’ve been feeling pretty good about myself, maybe even a little smug.<br /><br />Then an invitation to a wedding arrived. I decided I needed a new dress since none of my clothes fit and I gave away all of my thinner clothes. I went to Macy’s. I pulled several dresses off the racks and trudged into the dressing room. I hate trying on clothes at department stores. I usually know my size well enough that I just take everything off the rack and go home. But, since I haven’t bought anything since losing weight I really don’t know where my size is falling. So into the dressing room I went only to face the most evil of man’s inventions. The three-way mirror accompanied by fluorescent lighting! You could hear the wails and gnashing of teeth for miles I am sure. I just don’t get why these stores haven’t figured out that a Funhouse Mirror, the kind that stretches you out and makes you look thin, would serve their bottom line, and mine, better than the horror of seeing yourself from every angle possible. Thankfully, I found mercy via Calvin Klein’s rendition of a black tent to cover my horrendous posterior and I also found motivation to keep on with my weight loss regimen. Hmmm...maybe I should get one of those mirrors for the breakroom at work where the other evil invention of man exists in the form of donuts, cakes, cookies, and chocolates.<br /><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">*** <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Picture is of a </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fernando_Botero">Botero</a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sculpture at the</span> <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.bowers.org/index.php/art/exhibitions_details/11">Bowers Museum</a>.</span><br /></span></span></p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" ></span>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-11764934199082096472010-01-28T19:42:00.000-08:002010-01-28T19:44:04.898-08:00Look Above This EntryIt sure would be nice to be able to embed videos in blog posts. Am I really THAT rusty! I managed to embed it in my template. Can someone help a sistah bloggah out?Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-37954027773373012462010-01-26T19:15:00.001-08:002010-01-26T19:58:17.496-08:00Step One<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/S1-v7bfiRpI/AAAAAAAAANo/eHkKaMBC_bM/s1600-h/downsized_0126001907-757918.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/S1-v7bfiRpI/AAAAAAAAANo/eHkKaMBC_bM/s320/downsized_0126001907-757918.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431253111159277202" border="0" /></a></p>I'm alive and well. I'm just kickin' it - old school, reading books and thinking about what it feels like to have <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://robbiesruminations.blogspot.com/2004/02/watcha-looking-at.html">teachers' dirty looks</a>. I've posted a few reviews on my Library Thing account and once in a while I cough up a line or two on the FB. I suppose I could cross post my book reviews here but it's just too much trouble in my mind. Yeah, I'm lazy that way and quite inconsiderate it seems considering how long it has been between posts. I keep promising myself I'll do better but I've gotten to the point I don't believe my lies so I just don't even make the promises anymore.<br /><br />You, and yes, I mean <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">you</span>, the one solitary reader left of my blog, might be wondering why I posted the picture that I did. It's the first step in reconstructing my new favorite drink. The Cherry Limeade from the <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.yardhouse.com/">Yardhouse</a>. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh mama!</span> Those things are good! They taste like the Cherry Limeades that <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.sonicdrivein.com/home.jsp">Sonic</a> makes but with less fizz and way more kick. But be careful, very, very careful, that kick sneaks up on you about the third drink down the straw.<br /><br />I love trying to reconstruct new drinks. I suppose much like I do with boyfriends. I try to reconstruct them in the image of that imaginary guy living inside my head. I've come to realize the perfect guy, like the perfect drink, doesn't exist, but I keep getting darn close, with the drink thing anyhow.<br /><br />My last drink recipe replication was the Basiltini from this swank French place in Pasadena that means the white horse in English but hell if I'm going to try and spell it here. I recreated it great over at <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://lotusmartinis.blogspot.com/">Gi's</a> for Thanksgiving. <span style="font-style: italic;">And, yes, it tastes great with Turkey!</span> But, I failed here at home. It tasted like cough syrup. But, I decided she buys better vodka than me. I buy the gallon jug of Skyy at Costco. Not because it's cheap, because it's blue. <span style="font-style: italic;">What can I say? Blue is beautiful!</span><br /><br />You're probably wondering what the next step is, aren't you? It's Amaretto. I'm trying to decide if I can cheap out on it or if I should get the <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.disaronno.com/">Disaronno</a> that costs about ten bucks more a bottle. <span style="font-style: italic;">Recommendations, as well as reservations, are welcome but bring the limes. I've got sweet & sour.</span>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-29094444960702366312009-11-14T06:28:00.001-08:002009-11-14T06:41:30.775-08:00Simply Delicious<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Sv6-j0Zt2OI/AAAAAAAAANY/sNg-UdeVodg/s1600-h/downsized_1111092032-710824.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Sv6-j0Zt2OI/AAAAAAAAANY/sNg-UdeVodg/s320/downsized_1111092032-710824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403966125462378722" border="0" /></a></p>I love to cook but only when I'm in the mood. Unfortunately, the other night I wasn't really in the mood for cooking or even for eating for that matter but I had thawed pork chops in the fridge and was afraid if I left them much longer they would go bad. So, I came home from a busy day at work and set myself to make this dish that I saw on the website "<a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" href="http://simplyrecipes.com/">Simply Recipes</a>." I didn't make any sides to go with it because I really didn't think I would even eat it that night but once I took the first bite, I was smitten and ate a whole chop for dinner.<br /><br />This might just be the best dish I have ever made. It's called <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://simplyrecipes.com/recipes/porkchops_with_mushroom_bourbon_cream_sauce/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+elise%2Fsimplyrecipes+%28Simply+Recipes%29&utm_content=Bloglines">Porkchops with Mushroom Bourbon Cream Sauce.</a> Other than cooking the liquids down more than the recipe called for and using two different kinds of mushrooms because I couldn't remember or find the ones the recipe called for at the grocery store, I pretty much stuck to the recipe. I think I also cooked the pork longer but it came out so juicy. I don't cook juicy pork. I usually over cook pork as a matter of fact because I grew up in the age where beef was served raw and pork and chicken were cooked 'til they were a step away from being jerky.<br /><br />Simply amazing! And, the leftovers have heated well in the microwave since. Check out the blog/website. I've found other great stuff there too.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-65824915463463428212009-10-30T20:50:00.001-07:002009-10-30T21:07:30.871-07:00Anniversary Celebrations<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Suu0FvQD-_I/AAAAAAAAANM/6-bQNTyNPEs/s1600-h/downsized_1030092016a-746802.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Suu0FvQD-_I/AAAAAAAAANM/6-bQNTyNPEs/s320/downsized_1030092016a-746802.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398606589009853426" border="0" /></a></p>I'm late by a couple of days but I just realized that it was six years ago this month that I began blogging on AOL. It was two years after I had first heard of blogs when I was desperately trying to find info regarding the Iraq war and happened upon political commentaries on the matter and first person accounts of people who were over there fighting the war. Eight years later the war still continues to what seems to be no clear end in sight. Six years later my blog is limping equally, murkily along.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Is murkily a word even? I've been doing this so long, I just make the shit up. Heck, I was making it up all along. It's part of the fun of blogging, hiding in the shadows and doing whatever you damn well please.</span><br /><br />Two other anniversaries passed in August that I sadly did not take the time to recognize here. One, my anniversary for having quit smoking. I don't recall how many years it has been but if I dug through my archives I could find it. One of the pluses of regular blogging, or perhaps sometimes one of the negatives: a record of your activities. And, two, occurred two years ago, I began my <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://robbiesruminations.blogspot.com/2007/08/moth-to-flame.html">cat painting</a>, barely. I applied tissue to the canvas and haven't touched it since. I really, really, began it last night and continued tonight. Heck, I might just finish before the weekend. It's craft quality acrylics I'm applying. They dry almost as fast as I squeeze them out of the bottle much like the digital ink on a blog.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-82456427375216175262009-10-29T07:01:00.001-07:002009-10-29T07:01:34.839-07:00Hate On Me<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Qw3Z8Oa7E3Y' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Qw3Z8Oa7E3Y'/></object></p><p>It's funny how things plop into your lap sometimes at just the right moment for the message to be received. I don't watch Glee but I might just start. This song rocks and I needed to hear it. As my favorite Atlanta housewife says: "Let your haters be motivators!"</p></div>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-25947435709236532842009-09-29T14:03:00.000-07:002009-09-29T14:18:46.872-07:00Invest in WomenI didn't mean to take a blog break but somehow did nonetheless. I'll try to dust the cobwebs off around here and start writing again. Or at the very least share my odd ruminations from time to time. Here's to a new start:<br /><br />"Experts now agree that one of the best ways to end poverty and fight terrorism, to fight extremism, is to invest in women." ... Sheryl Wudunn<br /><br />You've got to <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/250398/september-28-2009/sheryl-wudunn">watch the video</a> of her discussion with Steven Colbert from The Colbert Report, but somehow I can't get it to embed here. Clearly, it's been too long. So, please, follow the link. Interesting stuff to think about. Invest in women!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-62396762810046948012009-07-04T17:36:00.000-07:002009-07-04T18:26:22.171-07:00Happy 4th of July!!!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Sk_1rL5XEDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fkz8eGupWM4/s1600-h/0704091734_0001-720226.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Sk_1rL5XEDI/AAAAAAAAAMg/fkz8eGupWM4/s320/0704091734_0001-720226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354768604243365938" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo">I really hope this tastes as good as it looks! As I said on Facebook, in recognition of the holiday, be independent and pursue happiness.</p>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-76668633144694508832009-06-26T20:27:00.001-07:002009-06-26T20:31:28.965-07:00Live...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SkWRj5IVD3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dE2KAY7fEY0/s1600-h/downsized_0626092025-731432.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SkWRj5IVD3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/dE2KAY7fEY0/s320/downsized_0626092025-731432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351843778016907122" border="0" /></a></p>I made a fourth postcard but I'm not sure I like. I keep messing with it so I decided to move on and figure out what I want to do with it later. So...here is postcard numbered five. I'm not done yet but so far I am loving it. The coolest thing is that it is a deconstructed postcard which I found on a billboard one day at lunch. So, I used a postcard to make a postcard. :-DRobbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-57365730020664073832009-06-16T17:45:00.001-07:002009-06-16T18:22:38.844-07:00Lorakeet Love and Social Networking<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Sjg8vkBRacI/AAAAAAAAALs/AV9NfqUrq3w/s1600-h/downsized_0616091730-750246.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Sjg8vkBRacI/AAAAAAAAALs/AV9NfqUrq3w/s320/downsized_0616091730-750246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348091345322994114" border="0" /></a></p>This is postcard numbered three going out tomorrow. The silhouette is of a lorakeet that I took a <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krobbie67/3634378870/">picture</a> of a while back. The paper is the packaging from my last toothpaste purchase. I thought the color combo would be fun to make something with and reuse, recycle, etc.<br /><br />I tried to send this and the <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krobbie67/sets/72057594120997838/">detail pictures</a> to Facebook but it's acting up. I swear it gets frustrating at peak times how slow that site gets. But, so far I am really enjoying connecting with all my friends and family, some were quite long lost. I haven't decided yet if I'll link this blog over there but if you know my last name you can find me there.<br /><br />I've been thinking about Facebook and how it reminds me of the old days of AOL when there was a tight, fun, community feel to it. I think Facebook is really cool because it's like an ongoing conversation with a community of people and some aren't even your friends, there are friends of friends dialoging. Pretty cool stuff.<br /><br />I'm trying to figure out if I want to add Twitter to the mix. It seems like there is just too much to keep up with so I have been reluctant to do so. I was trying to figure out what the difference is between Blogging, Tweeting, and Facebooking and I think I figured it out somewhat, for me anyhow. Blogging is for times where you want to elaborate and record an event or idea more extensively. It can be a past, present, or future kind of entry. Tweeting is a short blast of what you are currently doing. I think it even says, "What are you doing?" Whereas, Facebook is more about what you are thinking or feeling. It's a place to blast a quick emotive response to what is currently going on because it asks, "What's on your mind?" Although, Facebook does have games and crap too which makes it more dimensional. I haven't checked Twitter out enough to see if it's more than the texting interface that it seems to be to me.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-36307964595951832392009-06-13T18:55:00.001-07:002009-06-13T19:00:40.020-07:00Clowning Around<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SjRYmF9w8pI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ka7H2fEg3_g/s1600-h/downsized_0613091847-736356.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SjRYmF9w8pI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ka7H2fEg3_g/s320/downsized_0613091847-736356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346996069055132306" border="0" /></a></p>I have decided to try my hand at some handmade postcards. This one hits the mail on Monday. I have another one in the works but I'm not sure I like it. So, I guess it's not done. We'll see. It's funny how things take a path of their own. I had no intention of making this look like a clown. But, smack on a red ball to the nose and it does. I wanted to put "heads up" on this but for some reason the yellow paint called my name and it wound up as "live." Go figure! Now, who to send it to is the question. I had one person in mind but perhaps I'll send it to another...hmmm... Keep an eye on your mailbox, something could be coming to you!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-25935794433128791622009-05-31T19:31:00.000-07:002009-05-31T19:38:45.608-07:00Bad Buddha Returns<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SiM9Yf7HQII/AAAAAAAAALE/YaXVWIi_dqI/s1600-h/downsized_0531091918a-757875.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SiM9Yf7HQII/AAAAAAAAALE/YaXVWIi_dqI/s320/downsized_0531091918a-757875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342181074087133314" border="0" /></a></p>It has been months since I've done anything creative. I haven't made any cards since October. I figured that perhaps a little play and experimentation would break this trend. I'm using a book that has pictures of a fashion designer's trip through China, so it seemed only appropriate the first spread have an Asian theme. I've only just begun so who knows where this will end up.<br /><br />On the right is a drawing I did a while ago and posted on here that I called "<a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://robbiesruminations.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-buddha.html">Bad Buddha</a>," hence the name of the entry. When I applied the gel to it, it smeared the red pen and turned it a kind of pinkish color, but I think it works. I was going to tape the eyes over it that you see at the top of the picture but I can't bring myself to cover it up. I'll have to use them elsewhere. I'll post more pictures as I progress.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-9054089880872535252009-05-24T10:17:00.000-07:002009-05-24T10:43:54.480-07:00Calling All Greenthumbs<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/ShmBiyHl1KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bSBTeaICQaU/s1600-h/downsized_0524091004-747869.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/ShmBiyHl1KI/AAAAAAAAAK8/bSBTeaICQaU/s320/downsized_0524091004-747869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339441267793581218" border="0" /></a></p>I bought this plant at Trader Joe's earlier this week for eight bucks and I'm loving it. It's so fragrant with two different kinds of mint and a lavender plant. It's called "Tea Time" herbs. It provides a recipe to make a "Cup of Zen" tea which I have yet to make. But, the mint makes a refreshing Mojito. I don't have a green thumb though. I fear before too long this will be dead. Any insights on how to keep it alive is appreciated.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-58843591434420198192009-04-28T15:28:00.001-07:002009-04-28T15:28:25.000-07:00It's Gotta Be a Guy<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/WAk77Kr_OwQ' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/WAk77Kr_OwQ'/></object></p><p>Every now and then a commercial airs that just screams to me that a man wrote it. When I saw this one, I knew no woman would write something so vulgar and tacky. My "favorite" of the blatancy is the "V" shaped bush towards the ending. <br /><br />Ummm...enjoy.</p></div>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-83348743382614926522009-04-19T18:03:00.000-07:002009-04-19T20:39:03.173-07:00How long would you wait?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SevKEgGvd2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/aHQzqIZTqHI/s1600-h/0419091756-757903.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SevKEgGvd2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/aHQzqIZTqHI/s320/0419091756-757903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326573162982242146" border="0" /></a></p>I came to the laundromat to wash my rugs in the large capacity machine. Both were full when I got here but completely done. I waited fifteen minutes before removing the quilt. It's been at least another fifteen or twenty minutes and they just showed up as I was typing. Please let them try to say something to me.<br /><br />Update: If you enlarge the picture, you can see sheets on the table in the background. Those people actually waited for the other machine to be emptied by the machine hogs. Ha! And, they were there before me. I am sooooooooo glad I didn't wait. It took forever to dry those darn rugs and no, they didn't say anything to me.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-39650652156655014722009-04-17T22:07:00.000-07:002009-04-17T22:33:42.388-07:00Getting Ziggy with It.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.yahoo.com/comics/uclickcomics/20090416/cx_zi_uc/zi20090416"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/Selgy8CCaSI/AAAAAAAAAKs/yfZe1lEsV54/s400/Ziggy.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325894462566721826" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I saw this the other day and thought of my poor neglected blog. I've been blogging so long that if you come around here, just check out my archives. I'm sure that last year this time looks pretty similar to this time this year.<br /><br />As a matter of fact, long before <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Groundhog_Day_%28film%29">Groundhog Day</a> there was <a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" href="http://movies.msn.com/movies/movie/same-time-next-year/?pkw=PI&vendor=Paid%20Inclusion&OCID=iSEMPI">Same Time Next Year</a>, one of my favorite movies of all times. Even though the theme was adultery I think I took comfort that no matter how much some things changed there can be a stability in our lives if we nurture it. Gosh, I love that movie. Alan Alda and Ellen Burstyn, particularly Ellen Burstyn, I don't think ever received enough credit for the incredible actor that she is. Perhaps, I should rent it soon. But, really, I think I get bored with stability, I like new things, challenges, and change. So, I've been seeking them in some unfamiliar and familiar places lately, and so far it's been good times for me.<br /><br />I'm doing fine. I've changed my toenail polish to green, because I just like to be different. When I was in high school, I had a blond rat tail about a year earlier than everyone else. I wore my pants above my ankles about a year too early too, and was made fun of because of it. Heck, I even got a tattoo before it was mainstream for a female to do so. I'm not all that much of a forward thinker, adventurer these days. I'm more of an Eddie Bauer, nondescript, accounting type, which I gotta tell you... I loathe! I can't wait to be my own person again and REBEL! So, for now, I do it in small ways, like picking odd color choices for my toenails, and driving a Mustang like some mid-life crisis induced man.<br /><br />There's a commercial on TV right now that I just LOVE because I really hope to have that flippin' zest when I'm older that these ladies exhibit. I want it back damn it, that is if I ever had it. The business world has a way of smothering individuality. It's a tragic necessity. I suppose. But, in case you haven't seen the commercial, revel and dream for a moment with me. Don't these ladies look like they know how to have a good time?<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOcIWo6Hdfg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oOcIWo6Hdfg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-82962918317405455902009-03-17T19:45:00.001-07:002009-03-17T19:57:28.363-07:00Twitching<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/ScBgT26DxQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0_tlol5FHxY/s1600-h/0308091540-734674.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/ScBgT26DxQI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0_tlol5FHxY/s320/0308091540-734674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353454569997570" border="0" /></a></p>That's a crappy ass picture of my ugly ass feet but I'm posting it anyhow because I can and it's proof that I didn't spend the past week hiding out in the corner of my closet picking scabs on my belly. I went and got my first pedicure EVER right after I posted that entry and then took myself to see "He's really not that into you." The movie was adorable and just what I needed. And, I now LOVE pedicures. I MUST find a way to keep them in my budget. Of course, as each day goes by that gets harder and harder.<br /><br />I hate my feet. I always have. Probably because of all the mean things my brother who shall go nameless (I have three) said about them when we were growing up. But, I almost like them now. It's amazing what a pedicure can do for them ~ a professional one that is. I've always kept my nails polished but it was much like, Sarah Palinshitforbrains, putting lipstick on a pig.<br /><br />On to other things...my eye is twitching. It's another thing that occurs when I repress stress. Work is incredibly stressful. The economy is kicking our ass along with everyone else's. I really don't feel right whining. I at least have a job! But, I also have what feels like survivors guilt and worry and it's hitting me in ways too that I can't mention here because I want to keep that job. And, yet, I am happy and grateful because at least I have a job.<br /><br />Now, I'm off to pour myself some more wine, it seems to be helping that twitch!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-70925081578883167002009-03-08T11:14:00.000-07:002009-03-08T11:35:38.914-07:00Hurt - Let's Get Real<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AO9dbmJ_2zU&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />This is my new favorite song. I think I have this version by the NIN but it didn't stick with me like Johnny's does. There's a raw realness to his voice. And, well, I'm just relating to it so much more lately.<br /><br />I dated a guy in high school that would take a razor to himself and mark up his body. I called him crazy and laughed, not realizing that perhaps he was doing it for more than just to show how wild and zany he was trying to be. It wasn't until many years later that I heard about "cutting" that people do to themselves as an expression of pain. When I first heard about it, I really couldn't relate. Then one day I heard a celebrity relate it to picking scabs on ourselves. And, I thought, I DO THAT. I'm actually quite bad at it but I hide it well. For instance, I do it on my belly or in my hairline and a lot of times I've created the wound before I really even realize that it's there and once I create a spot I go back to it time and again. I pull the scab to feel that quick shot of pain. I'm not even sure why. I think it is related to stress that I internalize instead of finding a constructive means of expression. I will force myself to allow the wound to heal and then without even realizing it I find a new spot to turn to.<br /><br />I think we, <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in any of this,</span> do this in our relationships too. I recently broke things off with a guy I've been seeing. The first couple of days it felt very right. I felt like I made the right decision. Although, I do regret the means by which I did it but I had to. I wouldn't have followed through otherwise. I had to pull the scab quickly. Now, a week later, I'm wallowing in the pain of the decision. I want to talk to him. I want to pull the scab again. Which is stupid because it won't change what led me to make the decision. It will only prolong the pain. I need to let this heal. I figured I'd come here and write about it - for a change. I haven't written anything real or raw in a long time. It feels good - and painful. Kind of like pulling a scab.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-88010063279482715942009-02-28T19:02:00.001-08:002009-02-28T23:33:15.070-08:00Checking In<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/San61cmmj-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/tiQb_bYWL8Y/s1600-h/0228091901-765562.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/San61cmmj-I/AAAAAAAAAKc/tiQb_bYWL8Y/s320/0228091901-765562.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308049431950954466" border="0" /></a></p>This picture really doesn't mean much. I took it while I was waiting for a table at a restaurant. I guess you could say I was drunkin' blogging.<br /><br />Please take a lesson from me. Don't let your friends text or blog drunk. Bad things can happen, like me posting this picture inexplicably.<br /><br />But, hey, I'm here to let everyone know I'm doing great. Life has just been in overdrive lately. I'll post a real entry soon.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-64463629650809203062009-01-24T11:09:00.001-08:002009-01-24T11:18:14.142-08:00Cloudy<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SXtnfZz_TbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3W41k7VO4kk/s1600-h/0124091108-789540.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SXtnfZz_TbI/AAAAAAAAAKU/3W41k7VO4kk/s320/0124091108-789540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294939576106700210" border="0" /></a></p>When I lived in Texas, the joke was if you didn't like the weather wait fifteen minutes, it will change. In California, it is a bit slower but can be just as drastic. The above picture is today. A high contrast to the climate of last weekend.<br /><br />But, it's all good. Change is good. Somethings aren't meant to last. If it were bright skies all the time, it would get boring. I'm still going to go out and have a fun time with a special friend and enjoy the day.<br /><br />The only fear I hold in my heart is the crazy Los Angeles drivers. They are so much worse when it's wet. Don't take my word for it, I found a blog, <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.lacantdrive.com/">LA Can't Drive</a>, recently that is dedicated to exposing us all for the idiots that we are. I say us all because I've done dumb-ass stuff myself. I'm sure. We all do. However, there are those who just do it more often and without regret.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-54249408227758241162009-01-18T20:53:00.001-08:002009-01-18T21:03:26.759-08:00California Dreaming<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SXQHWQreNeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/b8a8sIxf0SM/s1600-h/0117091539a-725486.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SXQHWQreNeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/b8a8sIxf0SM/s320/0117091539a-725486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292863541082994146" border="0" /></a></p>This was taken yesterday from a beach in Malibu. California has been having some incredibly warm weather this past week and I couldn't help but get out and enjoy it. It was a most perfect time shared with a most perfectly special person.<br /><br />I haven't been blogging because work has kept me incredibly busy and life has been using up the rest of my time. All is quite good though. Really good.<br /><br />This week I fly to San Francisco for business. I'm hoping to see a friend of mine that I haven't seen in almost 13 years. I knew her back when I lived in Dallas. It's going to be another busy week. Hopefully, I'll find time to blog about it later. If not perhaps I'll become a photo blogger and just post pictures via my phone.<br /><br />The picture in the entry below was my friend Kevin who took a picture of me and posted it to his Facebook as we were sitting there in the Getty's Restaurant. So I told him I was going to take a picture of him taking a picture of me and post it to Blogger and I did. I just never got around to coming on here and explaining it.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-62741513445437774592009-01-03T16:51:00.001-08:002009-01-03T16:51:07.825-08:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SWAH_OgXkLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JAOjWdkrtZ4/s1600-h/0103091648-767829.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SWAH_OgXkLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JAOjWdkrtZ4/s320/0103091648-767829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287234745339973810" /></a></p>This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!<p>To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit <a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture">www.verizonwireless.com/picture</a>.<p> <p>To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime® 6.5 or higher is required. Visit <a href="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download">www.apple.com/quicktime/download</a> to download the free player or upgrade your existing QuickTime® Player. Note: During the download process when asked to choose an installation type (Minimum, Recommended or Custom), select Minimum for faster download.Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-45950872347877605372008-12-14T15:16:00.000-08:002008-12-14T15:49:15.314-08:00Robbie being Random<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SUWUNwpG3GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GW8DBVW8xck/s1600-h/1214081517-794591.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279789102278302818" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/SUWUNwpG3GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GW8DBVW8xck/s320/1214081517-794591.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"> </p><p class="mobile-photo">I went to buy sympathy cards today. I try to keep a stash of cards at work or make the ones that we give but I am out of both. Sadly, there is an immediate need for these cards. So, I figured I'd buy several so I'd have some for the future. </p><p class="mobile-photo"><em>May I never need them! :::knocking head:::</em></p><p class="mobile-photo">These were the only items that I was purchasing. At checkout, the cashier/owner of the shop asked how I was doing. I replied fine. She said I hope the rest of your day is good, or some such response, never really acknowledging or digesting that I was purchasing a slew of sympathy cards. Part of me wanted to start blubbering because it seemed like such an odd interchange and I thought it would be fun to make her feel bad. </p><p class="mobile-photo"><em>Yeah, I'm a bitch. Wait, no, I'm not because I didn't do it. Right?</em></p><p class="mobile-photo">Here's a bit of irony that just dawned on me. The chair, in the picture above of the sympathy cards, I purchased from the son of my neighbor after she died. When taking the photo, I picked it for the lighting near it, but it seems so much more appropriate than that now. </p><p class="mobile-photo"><em>You were worth waiting for....You the one that I adore....Oooh down to your type....For once in my life....You were worth waiting for....You the one that I adore....This kind of love you'll only find....Once in a lifetime, once in a lifetime.</em></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/cadillacrecords/"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Cadillac Records</span></strong> </a>seems to be getting <a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810003875/info"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">so-so reviews</span></strong></a>. I saw it recently and LOVED it. So much so that I've already downloaded the soundtrack from iTunes. My new favorite song is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HsrmOvMk7VU"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Once in a Lifetime</span></strong> </a>by Beyonce. That woman sung her heart out and did a great job playing Etta James. The only thing disappointing is learning that even though this is based on historically true characters and life events, the actual story within the movie is fictionalized so you have to weed through what is real, what is conjecture, and what is pure fiction. </p><p class="mobile-photo"><em>That's just a pain in the ass to me. </em></p><p class="mobile-photo">Why is it every time I make lima beans I burn the suckers? </p><p class="mobile-photo"><em>I'm usually a fast learner. Why can't I get this right?</em></p><p class="mobile-photo">You can now import and export blogs on Blogger. I've now got all of my posts from my AOL days here now too. Of course that may mean a humongous meltdown on Bloglines when it updates because there were still several hundred that needed to come over here and I did them all at once. Last October was my five year anniversary. It's hard to believe! One of these days I want to go through my archives and weed out some of the entries that are worthless. You know the entry, where it's whine about this, whine about that, and no real anything is accomplished or stated. </p><p class="mobile-photo"><em>Hmmm....I wonder if this entry will make the cut one day.</em></p>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-30121147988032580022008-12-04T19:31:00.000-08:002008-12-04T19:45:49.171-08:00Celebrate - Damn It!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/STig97NX2CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NUnudd81638/s1600-h/100_0481.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143949190780962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gDhXGgJ22uA/STig97NX2CI/AAAAAAAAAJw/NUnudd81638/s400/100_0481.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I made this card at the end of October and haven't had a chance to do jack since. I called this an abstract birthday cake. The feathers represent the candles and the stone that is colored with alcohol inks represents the cake. Yeah, I was stretching it but this was meant for a guy and I don't do guy cards all that well. For those that are interested, I sometimes add cards to my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/krobbie67/sets/72057594120997838/"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Flickr</span></strong></a> account that I don't necessarily post here.<br /><br />It's been a busy time for me since my last post. Good things, bad things, indifferent things and some really good things. I forgot how busy things get for me this time of year. Perhaps I'll be able to ellaborate on some of these <em>things</em> soon.<br /><br />Right now I'm too paranoid to think about anything but my building burning down because I keep smelling smoke and no one in this building has a fireplace. But! I did see a box for one of those bowl like yard pits in the dumpster one day so I'm thinking one of the young, and perhaps dumb, guys that live in the building is stoking up the grill in the middle of his livingroom.<br /><br />Perhaps this will finally motivate me to call tomorrow for renter's insurance!Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8658575.post-37431604509278614282008-11-12T22:26:00.000-08:002008-11-12T22:50:12.100-08:00Superstitious<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDZFf0pm0SE&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDZFf0pm0SE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p></p><p><em>I am soooooooo not done with posting videos!</em></p><p>If someone asked me if I was superstitious I would tell them no. I don't think something out there controls my experience nor can anything I do thwart that. Yet, I am a walking contradiction to my very own beliefs. Perhaps I merely give them lip service or within me hope burns an eternal flame. </p><p>Because I love and save fortunes from fortune cookies. When someone says something ominous, without thinking I knock on my head, i.e. wood. I love the concept of Karma and I love, love, love getting good horoscopes like this one:</p><p><em>November 12, 2008<br /></em><a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyoverview/scorpio"></a><a href="http://astrology.yahoo.com/astrology/general/dailyoverview/scorpio"><em>Scorpio (10/23-11/21)</em></a><br /><em>Stepping outside of your comfort zone is by definition uncomfortable. But isn't it usually incredibly rewarding, too? You're in a strong phase of risk-taking and you are a brave person, so this combination means that right now you are in a prime position to make a huge leap in your life. Whether it's changing your job, moving to a new city, or starting a new relationship, you are ready to explore living your life in a new way. Talk to those who have done it before and get some tips.</em></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>P.S. Those in the know keep it on the down low if you choose to comment. Y'ah dig?</em></span></p>Robbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05146718095261185040noreply@blogger.com8