A mere 16 days until J. moves back. S.i.x.t.e.e.n. days?!? I can hardly believe it. My mood is both giddy and reflective as I think about all that life has in store for us and the road that led us here.
I don't bust out a whole lot of Coldplay, but this song seems to insistently turn up on both the radio and my ipod. Evidently, it really wants to be heard. And, since it speaks to my very core as of late, I see no reason not to share with you. After all, you have all been along on this journey in some way over the last four years. (And for that, I thank you) <3
Steal my heart and hold my tongue.
I feel my time, my time has come.
Let me in, unlock the door.
I've never felt this way before.
The wheels just keep on turning,
The drummer begins to drum,
I don't know which way I'm going,
I don't know which way I've come.
Hold my head inside your hands,
I need someone who understands.
I need someone, someone who hears,
For you, I've waited all these years.
For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come.
Until my day, my day is done.
And say you'll come, and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
In your tears and in your blood,
In your fire and in your flood,
I hear you laugh, I heard you sing,
"I wouldn't change a single thing."
The wheels just keep on turning,
The drummers begin to drum,
I don't know which way I'm going,
I don't know what I've become.
For you, I'd wait 'til kingdom come,
Until my days, my days are done.
Say you'll come and set me free,
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.
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Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
10 weeks/70 days/1680 hours/100,800 minutes...
...until my sweetheart comes home to stay. I have a lot more I want to say about this but it will have to wait for another time. Just wanted to note it for the record :)
The weather gods have been kind to us and Chicago has been blessed with two glorious days of (almost) summerlike weather. I, for one, plan to make the most of it. The doors and windows are wide open and this tease of summer has lured my mind into the very near future and all the promise summer holds. Post-bedtime wine on the patio, grilling up some tasty veggie burgers, countless zoo trips--the Zilla and I are members and it is one of our favorite places, lazy afternoons of dangling our feet in the pool, the lakefront--oh, how I love the shores of Lake Michigan, and maybe a trip or three to the Shedd--another favorite of ours. I *love* summer. I'm not a fan of the sometimes oppressive humidity--I would never make it in Florida, Louisiana, or the like--but the sun on my face, it's warmth on my skin, just make me feel...alive. And it's due. The winters here gut me. But the winter is already retreating into the recesses of my memories and summer beckons me to come play.
Don't mind if I do...
<3
The weather gods have been kind to us and Chicago has been blessed with two glorious days of (almost) summerlike weather. I, for one, plan to make the most of it. The doors and windows are wide open and this tease of summer has lured my mind into the very near future and all the promise summer holds. Post-bedtime wine on the patio, grilling up some tasty veggie burgers, countless zoo trips--the Zilla and I are members and it is one of our favorite places, lazy afternoons of dangling our feet in the pool, the lakefront--oh, how I love the shores of Lake Michigan, and maybe a trip or three to the Shedd--another favorite of ours. I *love* summer. I'm not a fan of the sometimes oppressive humidity--I would never make it in Florida, Louisiana, or the like--but the sun on my face, it's warmth on my skin, just make me feel...alive. And it's due. The winters here gut me. But the winter is already retreating into the recesses of my memories and summer beckons me to come play.
Don't mind if I do...
<3
Monday, March 29, 2010
Babylon (Babble on...)
It's about ten minutes to OMFG:thirty and sleep is nowhere in the vicinity of my neighborhood. I'm snuggled up on the couch under several layers of warm, fleecy blankets. I make my own fleece blankets--double layered and extra long so that my tall ass can properly wrap up within them--it's truly the only way to go.
This is a new experience for me. Usually my writing keeps me tethered to my desk/table/art station/drop area for all things mail and school related but tonight I am typing away on a net book borrowed from my almost eleven-year-old nephew. He invited us (well, technically he invited the zilla but since I still control the car I was granted an invite) over to watch Wrestlemania 26. Yeah. That's what I said. In any case, it only took a few pleading words before I crumbled. I'm a complete sucker for my niece and nephews.
In any case...
While there I discovered his prized net book was not working properly and took it upon myself to start tinkering with it--I do loves to tinker. Several hours--and one blood oath--later, he allowed me to take it home to finish my tinkering. A little file back up onto a flash drive, several rounds with Ad-ware and Spybot, an AVG install, and a switch from IE to Firefox and presto! his little net book is good as new.
Of course, now that I have it for the night, I feel obligated to try it out. All in the name of testing, of course. :)
I must say that it is convenient to lounge under my blankies, sipping my wine, the Moo purring contentedly but I can already tell that a net book is not for me. It's a bit *too* small for my needs. More so than ever I am sold on the idea of a notebook. A Mac, to be precise. Oh, I know! I can already feel the Mac hate bubbling to the surface. :) I could get along on almost any notebook. J., on the other hand, would greatly benefit from a Mac. Garage Band, alone, makes it entirely worthwhile. And since we will probably only have a single notebook between us; it only makes sense to buy one that he can get the most use out of. I qualify for the educator's discount (yay, teachers!) and, if I can show I use it for school, it will be a nice little write off next year. I'm still saving my pennies, but I hope to have one before the start of the next school year.
Speaking of computers and such, I purchased a new monitor this week. My old monitor, a Dell circa 2003, finally left this earthly plain. It isn't anything flashy. Just a nice little--well, not so little, 23 inches of widescreen wonder--monitor that gave the zilla a case of the squees. Evidently Club Penguin looks pretty sick on a widescreen.
I must admit that it makes streaming movies and videos much easier on my poor, beleaguered eyes. I watched/listened to the entire first season of LA Ink whilst I cleaned this weekend. I have such mad love for that show. The zilla is positively dying to visit High Voltage during our LA trip. She is quite the Kat Von D fan. She even creates various scenes and "pieces" using her stick on tattoos. Her current labor of love is the laying out of her full sleeve. The pieces are all meticulously arranged for optimal placement. She is just waiting for the end of the school year to rock it out. Ever since she came in sporting five different tattoos, one in the center of her throat, the school has asked that she be a bit more conservative in her application. The zilla is a sport and takes it all in stride. We both know she is counting down the days until she can get herself inked for good. And she is none to happy that my tattoo shop of choice will not let her in to watch while I get mine done. Some things are just meant to remain a mystery.
Dum de dum...
I am fantastically behind on writing a piece for a local autism news magazine and blog. It's nothing big, and obviously nothing paid, but I miss writing things which are a little more structured. Sometimes I read my own horribly rambling blogs and can't believe that I can churn out a piece of proper writing. My journalism professors would cry to see what has become of me. Promising future, my ass. ;) In any case, the piece centers around autism and marriage. Heh. Obviously someone has a sense of humor. I have no doubt that I can write something that enumerates all the ways to keep your marriage afloat after receiving an autism diagnosis. The truth of the matter is that autism had very little to do with the undoings of my marriage, but this is neither the time nor place for that story. And, it makes all involved feel better if we can just lie a little and say that it did.
I suppose I should call it a night. J. is blowing up my phone and it is quite unusual for me to be up this late. I am all about making use of this extra talk time. I very much relish the idea of living in the same time zone. We're under the three month mark. And that is a very good thing.
<3
This is a new experience for me. Usually my writing keeps me tethered to my desk/table/art station/drop area for all things mail and school related but tonight I am typing away on a net book borrowed from my almost eleven-year-old nephew. He invited us (well, technically he invited the zilla but since I still control the car I was granted an invite) over to watch Wrestlemania 26. Yeah. That's what I said. In any case, it only took a few pleading words before I crumbled. I'm a complete sucker for my niece and nephews.
In any case...
While there I discovered his prized net book was not working properly and took it upon myself to start tinkering with it--I do loves to tinker. Several hours--and one blood oath--later, he allowed me to take it home to finish my tinkering. A little file back up onto a flash drive, several rounds with Ad-ware and Spybot, an AVG install, and a switch from IE to Firefox and presto! his little net book is good as new.
Of course, now that I have it for the night, I feel obligated to try it out. All in the name of testing, of course. :)
I must say that it is convenient to lounge under my blankies, sipping my wine, the Moo purring contentedly but I can already tell that a net book is not for me. It's a bit *too* small for my needs. More so than ever I am sold on the idea of a notebook. A Mac, to be precise. Oh, I know! I can already feel the Mac hate bubbling to the surface. :) I could get along on almost any notebook. J., on the other hand, would greatly benefit from a Mac. Garage Band, alone, makes it entirely worthwhile. And since we will probably only have a single notebook between us; it only makes sense to buy one that he can get the most use out of. I qualify for the educator's discount (yay, teachers!) and, if I can show I use it for school, it will be a nice little write off next year. I'm still saving my pennies, but I hope to have one before the start of the next school year.
Speaking of computers and such, I purchased a new monitor this week. My old monitor, a Dell circa 2003, finally left this earthly plain. It isn't anything flashy. Just a nice little--well, not so little, 23 inches of widescreen wonder--monitor that gave the zilla a case of the squees. Evidently Club Penguin looks pretty sick on a widescreen.
I must admit that it makes streaming movies and videos much easier on my poor, beleaguered eyes. I watched/listened to the entire first season of LA Ink whilst I cleaned this weekend. I have such mad love for that show. The zilla is positively dying to visit High Voltage during our LA trip. She is quite the Kat Von D fan. She even creates various scenes and "pieces" using her stick on tattoos. Her current labor of love is the laying out of her full sleeve. The pieces are all meticulously arranged for optimal placement. She is just waiting for the end of the school year to rock it out. Ever since she came in sporting five different tattoos, one in the center of her throat, the school has asked that she be a bit more conservative in her application. The zilla is a sport and takes it all in stride. We both know she is counting down the days until she can get herself inked for good. And she is none to happy that my tattoo shop of choice will not let her in to watch while I get mine done. Some things are just meant to remain a mystery.
Dum de dum...
I am fantastically behind on writing a piece for a local autism news magazine and blog. It's nothing big, and obviously nothing paid, but I miss writing things which are a little more structured. Sometimes I read my own horribly rambling blogs and can't believe that I can churn out a piece of proper writing. My journalism professors would cry to see what has become of me. Promising future, my ass. ;) In any case, the piece centers around autism and marriage. Heh. Obviously someone has a sense of humor. I have no doubt that I can write something that enumerates all the ways to keep your marriage afloat after receiving an autism diagnosis. The truth of the matter is that autism had very little to do with the undoings of my marriage, but this is neither the time nor place for that story. And, it makes all involved feel better if we can just lie a little and say that it did.
I suppose I should call it a night. J. is blowing up my phone and it is quite unusual for me to be up this late. I am all about making use of this extra talk time. I very much relish the idea of living in the same time zone. We're under the three month mark. And that is a very good thing.
<3
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Ketchup!
Ok, ok...so I am not writing an entire post regarding tomato based condiments--just a small nod to one of my all-time favorite movies, Pulp Fiction. (Google Uma's joke and Pulp Fiction if you are entirely lost at this point)
I have a bunch of pics to post so expect to see them show up in dribs and drabs over the coming week. I've given up on my 365 Project. I made it three whole days. I am, to quote my most quotable daughter, "The Master of Suck." (see very old myspace & wordpress blogs for reference to that one) In any case, I have been making a conscious effort to take more photos but snapping pics and uploading them on a daily basis ended up becoming a fairly sizable task. Basically, I made the very easy decision that I wanted to spend my time with the zilla and not online so you'll get what you get when I give it. :)
The first of many shipments of J's books made their way to our front door. Squee! We've decided it would be easier, and more cost effective, to ship his books and other incidentals home in stages versus having to rent a truck for our drive cross country. When we move him back it will be a one car deal. Talk about paring down! The biggest obstacle will be transporting his upright bass--on the move to California it rode shotgun. Sorry, bass, that's *my* seat. ;) J has plans to strap it to the top of the car but I'm a little nervous (hello, rain!). Still, we have a touch over three months to work out the details. On our end, the zilla and I are also paring down. It isn't an easy task. When we moved from the OF to our wee apartment, paring down was a necessity. A year later, adding another (very welcome) person to our little space means making space for him. The plus side? The zilla is more than amenable to donating various toys and clothes to make room for J. She is thrilled beyond words that our countdown has reached mere months. J and I know that the process of combining our households, and lives, is sure to be a bumpy one but we are excited and more than ready to make it all work.
My gram, and dad, are both out of the hospital and on the mend. My gram's strength and cognition improve daily. Still a little forgetful, but at (almost) 92 I am willing to concede that point. She is very eager to get back into her own digs but we are still a far cry from that kind of independence. Baby steps.
I'm also doing a lot more cooking. My allrecipes addiction has reached an all-time high and I'm pretty pleased with the results. Mostly soup and chili (I could live on soup throughout our endless Midwestern winters). I'll try to post recipes and links as to what recipes we try and how well they turn out. Nothing fancy--the zilla's burgeoning schedule leaves little time for labor intensive recipes, but I'll show you what we've got. :)
The sound of chatting outside our door means the zilla's home from her study date. And that means my time here is over for now. Hopefully, I will be back sooner rather than later...hopefully ;)
<3
I have a bunch of pics to post so expect to see them show up in dribs and drabs over the coming week. I've given up on my 365 Project. I made it three whole days. I am, to quote my most quotable daughter, "The Master of Suck." (see very old myspace & wordpress blogs for reference to that one) In any case, I have been making a conscious effort to take more photos but snapping pics and uploading them on a daily basis ended up becoming a fairly sizable task. Basically, I made the very easy decision that I wanted to spend my time with the zilla and not online so you'll get what you get when I give it. :)
The first of many shipments of J's books made their way to our front door. Squee! We've decided it would be easier, and more cost effective, to ship his books and other incidentals home in stages versus having to rent a truck for our drive cross country. When we move him back it will be a one car deal. Talk about paring down! The biggest obstacle will be transporting his upright bass--on the move to California it rode shotgun. Sorry, bass, that's *my* seat. ;) J has plans to strap it to the top of the car but I'm a little nervous (hello, rain!). Still, we have a touch over three months to work out the details. On our end, the zilla and I are also paring down. It isn't an easy task. When we moved from the OF to our wee apartment, paring down was a necessity. A year later, adding another (very welcome) person to our little space means making space for him. The plus side? The zilla is more than amenable to donating various toys and clothes to make room for J. She is thrilled beyond words that our countdown has reached mere months. J and I know that the process of combining our households, and lives, is sure to be a bumpy one but we are excited and more than ready to make it all work.
My gram, and dad, are both out of the hospital and on the mend. My gram's strength and cognition improve daily. Still a little forgetful, but at (almost) 92 I am willing to concede that point. She is very eager to get back into her own digs but we are still a far cry from that kind of independence. Baby steps.
I'm also doing a lot more cooking. My allrecipes addiction has reached an all-time high and I'm pretty pleased with the results. Mostly soup and chili (I could live on soup throughout our endless Midwestern winters). I'll try to post recipes and links as to what recipes we try and how well they turn out. Nothing fancy--the zilla's burgeoning schedule leaves little time for labor intensive recipes, but I'll show you what we've got. :)
The sound of chatting outside our door means the zilla's home from her study date. And that means my time here is over for now. Hopefully, I will be back sooner rather than later...hopefully ;)
<3
Monday, February 1, 2010
Stoic & Chatterbox
February 1, 2010
Every Christmas (starting with our second Christmas together) J. has made and bottled limoncello for me. He dubbed it the Stoic & Chatterbox collection. It is the present I most look forward to every year, other than anything the zilla may make for me, of course. :)
This year J. switched it up by making limecello. Next year is rumored to be a peachcello. No matter which flavor he chooses, the bottle will be finished rather handily and the bottle added to our growing collection.
<3
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
He Sends Me Texts...
...with questions such as, "Can we bake our own bread and make our own preserves and grow some fresh herbs and spices?"
I find this utterly adorable. And, even though I live in a postage stamp, I will find a way to grow our own fresh herbs and spices--Chia Pet, perhaps?
<3
I find this utterly adorable. And, even though I live in a postage stamp, I will find a way to grow our own fresh herbs and spices--Chia Pet, perhaps?
<3
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Here's the Skinny
I suppose if I am going to make any sort of semi-serious effort to post here I should tell you a little bit about myself. So here goes...
I'm Karyn (duh). I am a single mom to a rock awesome (in my totally biased opinion) nine-year-old daughter. You'll see her pop up in most blogs as "the zilla". The zilla was diagnosed with autism one month shy of her second birthday although my blog posts don't focus on autism nearly as much as they had in past years. Another frequent source of bloggaliciousness is my boyfriend, J. J. and I rock the long-distance thing. For three years now (almost four). Yeah. Really. We do a lot of texting. :) We also reside with an Oriental cat named Moo Shu. Well...originally his name was Moo Shu. Over the last year and a half his name has grown. Currently, his full name is as follows: Moo Shu Ninja-Cat Pork-Butt Schmooglehoffer Sagan. The zilla adds to his name whenever the mood strikes her so as I type this his name could be changing. I'll keep you posted.
What else? Ah, I spend my days working with moderate-to-severely autistic children--the boys I have right now are aged 14-16. I won't lie. It kick my ass every single day but I *love* my job.
Ok. So that isn't *it* but these little intro posts always make me feel like some Miss (am I too old for Miss?) America contestant and that just ain't my style. If you have questions, ask. I tend not to shy away from answers. ;)
<3
I'm Karyn (duh). I am a single mom to a rock awesome (in my totally biased opinion) nine-year-old daughter. You'll see her pop up in most blogs as "the zilla". The zilla was diagnosed with autism one month shy of her second birthday although my blog posts don't focus on autism nearly as much as they had in past years. Another frequent source of bloggaliciousness is my boyfriend, J. J. and I rock the long-distance thing. For three years now (almost four). Yeah. Really. We do a lot of texting. :) We also reside with an Oriental cat named Moo Shu. Well...originally his name was Moo Shu. Over the last year and a half his name has grown. Currently, his full name is as follows: Moo Shu Ninja-Cat Pork-Butt Schmooglehoffer Sagan. The zilla adds to his name whenever the mood strikes her so as I type this his name could be changing. I'll keep you posted.
What else? Ah, I spend my days working with moderate-to-severely autistic children--the boys I have right now are aged 14-16. I won't lie. It kick my ass every single day but I *love* my job.
Ok. So that isn't *it* but these little intro posts always make me feel like some Miss (am I too old for Miss?) America contestant and that just ain't my style. If you have questions, ask. I tend not to shy away from answers. ;)
<3
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