Looks like we have another snow/rain storm heading our way in 24-48 hours. It's an absolutely grey day today and this old crone's bones are aching, which is usually a sign of 100% humidity on the horizon. Bursitis, arthritis. It appears to run in your family. And you don't have to be old to be afflicted. My first experience with joint pain came when I was 26 years old.

You're Anarchy, State, and Utopia!

by Robert Nozick

If it were up to you, there would probably be no government at all.
But then you'd have to deal with there being no government, and nobody likes that. So
you've decided that hiring a few security guards is okay. Getting rid of that nasty
tax collector would sure be nice, though. He keeps getting in the way of you making
the money you so richly deserve! Everyone who believes in you happens to be fairly
well off.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

found at Runes who found it at Shirls.

True Confessions
Some of us were discussing the "hell hath no fury..." and I confessed to a wee indisgression, or so I thought.

It all began when I was getting divorced. Before I moved out, I got his keys and had copies of them made. He was a real party dude at the time and went bar-hopping each evening with his friends. Soon he was drinking pretty heavily. So I'd go by the bars he frequented and move his car over to the opposite side of the parking lot. Once I returned to the apartment to retrieve some of my clothes and other belongings and I also took some of his clothes with me. I dropped them off at the cleaners instructing them to make the waist 2 inches smaller on all the pants and have the neck and chest altered on a few favorite shirts.

A year later, I heard he'd quit drinking and was attending AA. And he looked like he had lost a little weight, too.

Yankee Or Dixie Quiz - found at Shirl's

My Results: 89% (Dixie). Did you have any Confederate ancestors? That seems about right.

One of my passions. Collecting sock monkeys. After a life of being a drug addict, I had to find other things to get passionate about. So I collect stuff, root for basketball, and sometimes sew. I collect sock monkeys; old and new. My favorite one is a tiny 5" one that sits on top of my monitor on a velcro strip I glued there. I take it off and pop it into the washer occasionally. It brings me some strange degree of comfort. I also have other old toys. I'm nuts about all things related to "The Simpsons". I root for Duke University basketball mostly, but enjoy almost all sports. And I also love to sew. As long as I have my machine in working order and some fabric, that's where I'll be. I used to be fanatical about exercising. It's now a much healthier relationship. There's more passions...ballet, playing guitar and singing. Writing on my weblogs, too. And the obvious-- being a mother and a woman and the heart of my family.

I'm still learning about me and my passions. I had arrested development because of my drug abuse. So I'm still growing up in many ways. Why don't you tell me a little bit about what you are passionate about? I may be able to guess for some of you.

Ahhhh. I got the best neck snap, crackle, pops this morning. I arrived early to yoga class, and I was stretching and warming up on my little mat overlooking the lake outside the window. (when it's warm, we go out on the deck) It's not done that in years and feels great. Let's see. What's newsworthy that my friends and relations might want to hear about?

No Pants Day?

My husband asked me years ago not to use his real name online, and I'm thinking hubby and husband sounds a little condescending. His name also begins with an "S", so I started calling him any other name that beginning with an "S". Stu, Stan, Sam, are some I've used. I just felt a little annual clarification was due.

So anyway, Sylvester's sugar numbers were 130 last night. This is good news. Between 100 - 150 are normal, I believe. He's been over 200 for several weeks now. After adding insulin shots and changing insulin pill doses recently, I believe he may finally be stablized. It sure has been hard on him this last year.

I just frosted the carrot cake my husband wanted for Valentine's Day. I've always made him a special cake each year, and because of his diabetes now, he can't have sweets. But he does indulge just a wee bit. It's certainly not easy for someone who used to eat lots of sweets. I used to make him a Red Velvet Cake each year. In 2-layer heart-shaped pans and make a cream-cheese icing sometimes and sometimes another icing; can't remember the other one right now, but it's on my recipe card. It was such a big hit the first time I made it, it's become a ritual. I thought better of it this time, but he persuaded me to make a more "healthier" carrot cake for him and I relented if he'd promise to take it easy on it. Now I find low-sugar, low-fat recipes for the Red Velvet cake, so I may try that next time around. I really like to cook and so does he, so we trade off in the kitchen.