Archive for January, 2012

go ahead…I know that you are now singing that song….well, if you are anywhere near my age you are. I have been up to a lot of nothing this weekend, mostly trying to get better and also just needed some “do nothing” time. even though, I did manage to cook a couple of times and my laundry is just about caught up, so my “do nothing” time is not exactly doing nothing.

what I did do a lot of….is “pin” – if you are addicted to Pinterest, then you know exactly what I mean by that. funny thing, as I was pinning things to my boards, I realized that I have been doing the very same thing in a literal sense for as long as I can remember. having an addiction to decorating magazines since I was about 18….I still have a few from way back when….as in, maybe the early 90’s! in addition to a quite impressive stash of pages torn out of hundreds of magazines over the years.

seems my tastes have only changed a little….and I have always favored a similar style and color scheme. shades of blush and aquamarine and every shade of white. I think my first real obsession was with a laura ashley home catalog that I still have to this day….it was shabby chic before anyone knew what that was and I really loved looking through that one for years.

my love affair with the ocean is very much a part of my style….my favorite colors definitely are a example of that. the different shades of sand and the colors of the ocean and the sky. if I close my eyes, I can see myself sitting on the beach in a tropical paradise….a little bungalow off to the left and the palm trees leaning into the ocean. ~~~

as for being a foodie….recipes that are appetizing to my eyes will get me every time. I am not a “live to eat” kind of girl..but when I do eat, I want it to be wonderful….even something as simple as a sandwich. I shudder to think about all of the processed foods I have consumed over all of these years…..learning about ingredients was not something I even thought about until about 10 years ago. I have worked hard to try to use healthier ingredients, organic when feasible and would rather go without than to eat junk. don’t get me wrong, it is not something I can control 100%….but the things I can control, I do… meat and milk….always….and whole grains….and so on.

sitting here at home today….still feeling under the weather a bit…so I got to thinking about the things that make me smile. then suddenly, out of the blue, I started singing that song from The Sound of Music……

my jammies, some fresh kona coffee, my blanket and an old movie…..these are a few of my favorite things.



I knew this would happen….

An entire week has gone by without a post, a blog, a blurb…or whatever you want to call it. I seem to have been otherwise unable to think clearly enough to write. Actually, I am kind of surprised that I am writing in what seems to be complete (for me) sentences now.

In the last week and a half, I have had food poisoning…I think. A sick child….all I can say is yuck! and have been experiencing a really bad episode with my fibromyalgia. To be completely honest, I feel like I have been hit by a rather large truck, have heard that I look pretty bad…which is true….and in addition to a level of pain that I cannot tolerate….I feel like I have not slept in weeks!

Having said that….one of my biggest pet peeves is a complainer. I shun negativity when possible and am always trying to look on the bright side of things. That is why, unless you are someone that I discuss my problems with…you will never know about it. I prefer to be the one that cheers people up rather than bring them down…but truthfully, that can get rather exhausting. So…..I just get quiet.

So….this week, quiet….mostly because I feel like I should be hibernating in a cozy little room, with lamplight and soft music and lots of nice pillows and blankets. I am dreaming of course….as I had to drag myself, quite literally to work and that, my friends was the hardest thing I have done all week!

Therefore, have an amazing and wonderful weekend. Stay warm. Watch an old movie. Take a nap….cuz that is exactly what I plan on doing.


I am not sure how long I have been this way, but I am pretty sure it’s been most of my life. I most likely kept it to myself most of my youth…or at least through the teens years, probably so that I could keep my mouth from getting smacked and I really couldn’t pull it off with my mom. She is sassy too….so, like most people, I am going to blame it on my mother. She is a serious word shark…so, I am guessing it’s genetic!

I think, maybe, just maybe, it is because I lack patience with pretty much everyone and everything dumb. Stupidity annoys me, as do non-drivers and obnoxious noises and rude people. Not much for fighting or arguing…and I hate trouble makers…so I pretty much handle everything with a sarcastic comment. It seems to either make people laugh or piss them off.

I am a big girl…..44 I think….I don’t really keep track of my age. But I brush my own teeth and sometimes I make my bed and tie my own shoes. I have worked somewhere at some point since I was a senior in high school and have had a lot of jobs with a lot of responsibilities. I worked for one person at three different jobs….based on my work ethics and abilities and because she and I really do enjoy working together. We had many executive lunch….gotta love it when your boss signs you out for that…..and we spent a lot of time talking about everything….I really miss that a lot.

For now…and for the last three years, I have been working at an office not too far from home. Not my dream job….that would be having my own studio and working for myself…..but it is a pretty decent job, decent pay, sucky insurance, but it is insurance, so I should not complain. Small group of people….like a box of crayola…lots of different “colors” or personalities…some that are easier to love than others. I have met lots of really neat people and for the most part…it’s not a bad gig. I feel though as if I have come to a turning point. You know that feeling you get where you ask yourself “should I stay or should I go”? gosh…I love that song. Anyway, as you can see, I am actually using my big girl capital letters, so sass and all, I am being serious. I have always heard it is best to leave while they still want you to stay…..problem is, I am not ready to go yet, but I think I have reached my level of “niceness” and my sass has really come out…and I mean out loud!

I always prided myself on the fact that I am a nice person….I really am. I love when everyone is getting along, I avoid conflict at all costs and truthfully, all I ever really want is for people to be nice to one another. I have been like that my entire life. I was never mean to people, except for my brothers and sisters, but I think that is part of the deal…..and I have always left my jobs over the years on good terms and with an open door to return. I have a heart…..I care about a lot of things and I will help you if I can. I guess my rambling on here tonight is just to vent a little. I feel stifled….under appreciated and like I do not get the respect that I feel like I give others… is not a great way to feel at all.

So I am sassy…..when I am mad, rather than say something hateful, I say something sarcastic. It makes me feel better and well, if what I am saying hits you a little hard, then I got my point across without being mean. I am smarter than the average bear….believe it or not!

chicken soup with rice…

so I decided to go ahead an post the poem that inspired my blog name, so those who want to could read it and let it take you back to when you were a child and listened wide-eyed and curious to the stories that were read to you. I loved to read as a child, practically devoured books and had many many favorites. the wynken and blynken poem was in this big book of poems that I must have read hundreds of times. there was a poem about a pirate, and one about a salamander and even the one about “going up in a swing”….smiling now just thinking of it. to this day, I wish I had that book…even though the binding was worn completely off…it truly was a treasure.

I still have a few books from my childhood…ones that I also read again and again. it’s funny how if I pick them up and read them now, that for a moment I am a little girl again, sitting on my bed, in my very neatly arranged room…dolls in order and my bed nicely made and I am so happy. there was the king of the dollhouse, the secret garden, and even the mysteries of nancy drew….gosh, I wished I lived in her house! and one of the oldest books was the one called “we were tired of living in a house” which I talked about awhile back on my facebook page. that one is another worthy of sharing…so, one day, I will.

I remember as I got a little older, my mom and I would go to the library and we would both get as many books as they would let us….and in two weeks, I had read them all…sometimes twice! It was a different time….no satellite tv…and no internet…so, we had more time to do things like read. I cannot tell you when I last read…other than the stories I read with my son for school. I keep thinking that one day, I will take the time to sit long enough and read a real book again…..and try not to fall asleep! lol

In the meantime, I will just keep humming the words to “chicken soup with rice” cuz it makes everything so nice….and it just makes me smile.

 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea—
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea—
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
And Nod.

by Eugene Field (1850-1895)  

have you seen my marbles?

it would seem that I have begun that slow painful descent into old age. not so much that I spend my days at the doctor’s office, nor do I have a line up of meds on my kitchen counter. it’s more like….I am slowly losing my mind. 😉

my boys could probably verify this more than anyone, for most of my questions to them begin with “I might have already asked you this…but”. I get that look that they give me when they either think I am crazy or one of pity. then they usually smile and say “yes, you did and I told you … “.  gotta love them, at least they are gentle with me.

lately, usually in my rush to get out the door to go to work, more times than not, I can’t find something that I need. important stuff….the most recent items are: my keys, my phone, my purse, my shoes……yes, my shoes…..and my coat, which is a new addition to my lost items list! notice I didn’t mention my mind….that’s a given. I have “usual spots” for all of these things, but our house has been in remodel mode for a while now, and nothing is in it’s place. at least, that’s my story.

In reference to “my marbles”, I used to clean for a very sweet elderly couple and the gentleman had alzheimers but was so brilliant that he would pass the test that they give you for the meds and so he would not qualify for them. mind you, he told me the same stories in perfect detail almost every time I was at their house. but I listened as if it was the first time he ever told me…he always enjoyed telling the stories and I didn’t want to break his spirit. He did know, however, that his mind was not what it used to be….and that he was often forgetting things and would joke a little about it. One day, I was cleaning his room and found a marble…..I went downstairs and walked over to him and said “Papa Joe, LOOK, I found your marble!” and he looked at me and grinned…and replied, “did you see the rest of them?” We both laughed so hard……and I do not think that I will ever forget that conversation….it was perfect timing.

I will have to post pics when I make it again….but this recipe is the one that I have given to so many people that I have lost count and other than a few tweaks, the original came from a friend who got it from another friend. We have all made it our own and it definitely can be made to suit your tastes.


16 oz tri-color rotini pasta, cooked, rinsed and cooled

1 med. sweet onion, finely chopped

3 to 4 cloves of garlic, very finely chopped

1 large or 2 med. cucumbers, peeled, seeded and chopped into bite-sized pieces

1 c. sugar

1 c. red wine vinegar

1/2 c. olive oil

1 teas. dry mustard

1/2 teas. cayenne pepper

3 tbls. dried parsley

salt & pepper, just a shake or two

1 c. shredded fresh parmesan cheese (optional)

the recipe basically requires all the prep work to be done…..that’s how I like to roll. 🙂

so, gently toss the first four ingredients in a large bowl or dish that you can use to serve and store the pasta salad in…

in a separate bowl,  blend the remaining ingredients with the exception of the parmesan cheese

then using a wooden spatula, blend gently with the pasta mixture

you can add the parmesan cheese as you serve it…unless you hate parmesan cheese, and then I would say nevermind =O

store covered tightly in the refrigerator and enjoy

I must say that for the last couple of years the weather has been as moody and unpredictable as well…..(enter someone’s name here) and I have had just about enough of it!

Being a girl of summer by nature….a lover of sand and sun and warmness….well, this 17 degrees cold to the bones temperature is ridiculous! On top of it all, I can’t find my winter coat! Yes, I am using a lot of exclamation points…because it’s CCCCOLD outside and if I put on any more layers, I will have to hold my arms out like the Michelin Tire Man thing.

I had my coat this weekend…..took it off because it was like Springtime outside and now….it’s gone. The coat that I searched for….at least a dozen places before finding just the right coat. I like that coat….and I want it back. At this point, I am considering it MIA and am pointing the finger at my husband, who hates it when anyone leaves anything in his truck. Having said that, I am pretty sure that is where I last saw it…and now it is mysteriously NOT laying in the back seat of said truck.

There will be a reward – possibly some pizza or a chocolate pie…..both are forms of bribery for my boys. Not that either one of them will ever read this, but it makes me feel better and I can only hope that the darn coat will turn up in my next search this afternoon. I am running out of sweaters!!

hooray…shakes for dinner!!

yeah….so before you think that I am crazy….let me explain….

husband’s friend comes over with a box of some sort of vitamin shake….meant to assist in slimming you down. now if you ask me, I would have been insulted, but husband said “alright! I will have one for breakfast and one for dinner”…..wait for it….”and you can too”.  yep,  he went there……so, the boys gets tacos while we drink vita shakes or something like that. I added a banana to mine, just to make me feel like I was eating something. I have to say, it isn’t awful, but it is no “black handshake” – a shake to just die for from my friends over at Demolition Coffee. That shake…is, in no uncertain terms, the best shake I have ever had in my life!! can’t wait until I can get another one! in the meantime, seeing how someone in my house feels the need for both of us to trim down…I shall  continue to partake of the “fake shake”. if I lose a few pounds….it will be so worth it!

this is my second attempt at a blog…figured the new year would be a great time to start fresh, therefore…the beginning, again. 🙂  I chose wynken and blynken in honor of my favorite childhood poem, one that always makes me smile and at some point will most likely be posted on here just so someone else can read it and smile too.

my first blog was mostly about my boys…who are still the loves of my life and so most likely, you will find notes about them too as we go along. they are as different as night and day….and are my heart! ❤

over the past few years, my passion for photography has taken on a life of its own…it takes a lot of my time, but I call it “my therapy” because whether I am taking pictures of sweet little newborns, precocious 3 year old boys, or a beautiful just makes me happy.

anyway, lots to say….but not tonight….just wanted to get started before this first week of the year took over.

sleep sweet everyone ~ wynken, blynken and nod