Leap and the net will appear.
I hope. Because, I just quit my job without another one lined up.
I'm leaping!
(and painting with watercolors to relieve some anxiety)
Hang On Little Tomato
I've mentioned before that sometimes I live my life as if it has a soundtrack. My moods have songs. Songs that I never, ever, ever get tired of hearing. EVER. My Semi-Sad / Slightly unsure what to do next / Need to know there is a light at the end of the tunnel Song is called Hang On Little Tomato by Pink Martini (who for sure make my top ten favorite people to listen to).
I had a particularly rough day at sea awhile back. I must have played this song about five times in a row while I was on watch. My AB who had been staring out the window finally looked at me and said, "uh Mate.....is everything okay?". I had to chuckle and say "yah, I just needed a dose of some little tomato!". He was a big burly guy from the south and I was pretty sure he thought I was CRAZY. A few days later he said, "Mate, can we listen to the little tomato song?". It was then that I knew the magical powers of this song were real.
Yesterday the ladies and I were hanging around the house with Pandora Radio playing in the background....and then all of a sudden Hang On Little Tomato started to play. I let out a squuueee! jumped up and made the ladies start dancing around the living room. (for realsies...the squuueee! happened) The dog got really excited and then he wanted to dance too!
After the song ended and we all resumed our previous activities I realized a little tomato action was exactly what I needed. My 2012 word CHOOSE has been haunting me. I'm on the cusp of a big choice (which I'll share with y'all in the next few days).
This song actually made it into my mantra for 2012. Shake it out little tomato!
If you're struggling with tough choices too, here is a little tomato-y advice:
Just hang on, hang on to the vine Stay on, soon you'll be divine If you start to cry, look up to the sky Something's coming up ahead To turn your tears to dew instead
And so I hold on to his advice When change is hard and not so nice You listen to your heart the whole night through Your sunny someday will come one day soon to you
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX2Hg4ldMws&feature=youtube_gdata_player
(The album version has a lot of clarinet in it ...it's lovely but, I figured you'd like to see them live. If you're hooked and would like to sample the album version as well click HERE.)
A Birthday BBQ
So. It turns out when you become an adult BBQs become WAY yummier. SERIOUSLY.
Last night I celebrated a birthday with some of my besties. I don't think I have ever had grilled items that were quite as delicious as the ones I sampled last night.
It turns out that getting older and becoming an adult DO have some advantages! Perfecting the art of grilling might be the best example I can think of to date.
Grilled asparagus, peppers, mushrooms, and marinated beef tips done to perfection. Then there were the salads. Fresh greens, fruit, watermelon basil....I brought the watermelon basil (and I'm thinking that I better share it with you all soon because it's my new go to). Yummy cheese and spreads for bread. AND CAKE. A double layer blueberry muffin cake. (Nate...Fat girls LOVE cake!!!!)
Photo A Day June
I mentioned on Facebook that I'm participating in Photo A Day brought to us by the always wonderful Fat Mum Slim. The prompt for today was DRINK.
You guys know where I'm going with this right?! ORANGE GOODNESS!!! Bow Chicka Bow Bow.
I've been waiting for this one ALL week.
Since Orange Goodness has majorly been done around here I paired it up with my new favorite 'road drink'. Carrot Juice in a Mason Jar. Oh yah.
The Suckiness Of Cool Crap.
I took this photo yesterday to send to my Cousin Rhiannon. It was an on the fly snap shot. It's literally my bedroom floor. I was trying to illustrate my 'suckiness'. Unpacking. It is the thing I suck at the most. My room consists of tons of little bags full of crap. Tote bags. Wheelie bags. Make up bags. The less I unpack the more filled with crap they become. Then I'm home for an extended amount of time and the crap starts oozing out of the bags. Then before I know it I'm off on an adventure (even if it's just a weekend adventure) and I just shove the crap (and then a little extra crap) back into their respective bags. See! Suckiness! After I took the photo and sent it along it started to crack me up. I mean look what's in it!
Goggles. A single wool sock. A hot pink scarf that I bought in Singapore and ALWAYS travel with. A postcard from the academy soliciting alumni donations. A black cashmere wrap. A travel drying rack. The handle of my favorite duffel. A power cord. A wool beanie that is stained with mud from the anchor chain.
And YES. That crap is still on my bedroom floor this morning. Although it looks like its been stirred up a bit. Fabric for pillows I'm going to sew, a leather belt, a stack of bills, and a travel shopping bag have been added to the pile.
My Mom always says, 'yes you have a lot of crap....but at least it's COOL crap!'.
I concur. My crap is cool.
