Do we have to leave?

“I’ve tried salad in my life!” – the emphatic reply of a nearly 6 year old boy…

Rocket on his back, almost turtled – chew toy making him so happy…. until Stewie’s around, whence Rocket starts to nibble on Stewie’s head!

the joy of a 3b/2b for $150K (with carport!)

Sunshine through the leaves, a rainy Sunday, fresh cool air….

too many pictures, lots of fun at Troika Music Fest…

from alicia:
you must all run out right now and check out Two Ton Boa. my hair LOVES durim. my hair is all bouncy and full. it’s kind of scary.

So, ‘march into spring’ – I get it…

Current Mood: happy
Current Music:Elvis Costello – All You Need Is Love
Sunny morning. Rinsing the coffee cup at the sink, look out and see a blooming tree. Pulled up Cascadilla yesterday, and the trees at the corner of hugo which had pretty white blooms are now green all over. Also, wake up without the ability to breathe through my nose. Possibly worth it to have a surprise a day in the “where the hell did that color come from?” department.

Blue has possibly accepted that a nap consisting of deep deep unconsciousness & her green blanket = bliss. All she really needs now is a MilkBone Biscuit. I’m just not sure if I can survive what it does to her.

Was listening to the BBC newscast on our local NPR station this morning, they were discussing the purchase of Jaguar and Land Rover (both historically British automotive ventures) by Indian auto manufacturer Tata. Somewhat ironically, Tata recently announced plans for a $2,500 auto called the Nano. So, , shortly, you’ll be able to spend between $3K and $130K at one dealership (perhaps) – or maybe they’ll just give you a Nano when you buy a Range Rover – your city car; wonder if it will fit in the wayback of the Rover? No – but you can dream.

Hmmm, add Tata’s buy into the world of top tier lux-o-wheels, and India’s ascent as the prime cricket market/sanctioning body – perhaps this is the tipping point, and we should all start to learn more of the Far East culture. Of course, I’d be a lot happier if China got the hell out of Tibet, but that’s me. Perhaps the Olympic folks can note “hmmm, crackdown like we’ve never seen- perhaps we’ll just go back to Rome…”

and this just in, from the wonderful world of blogging – if you want to, you can make Hot Cross Meatloaf, which is placed just above the even more useful (at lease on a day to day basis) that a gun is NOT a drill. Oh, internets, how did we live before you existed??? Thanks, J-Walk Blog!
Enjoy your day, I’m going to.

ciao,

:+s+:
dona nobis pacem

“Keep Calm and Carry On”

Ah, a Saturday afternoon, started just right.

[info]ttocsland
March 15th, 2008

Current Mood:
happy happy

Current Music:
Talking Heads – Life During Wartime

Brisk five-minute warmup walk. Then alternate 60 seconds of jogging and 90 seconds of walking for a total of 20 minutes.”
Yeah. We can do that. Probably won’t like it, but we can do it.

“This ain’t no party, this ain’t no disco – this ain’t no foolin’ around!”

Ugh…

:+s+:

dona nobis pacem

“Keep Calm and Carry On”

Thoughts from a napkin…

[info]ttocsland
March 14th, 2008

Current Mood:
karaoke-tastic!

Current Music:
Queen – Crazy Little Thing Called Love

or my shopping list…

  • Is American Idol the Karaoke Olympics?
  • All Heart + No Talent (+ a lot of shots) = karaoke!
  • We’ll take Gary’s GoodTimes Karaoke to the next level – Beth & Scott!
  • Perhaps Melissa’s GreatTimes Karaoke, coming to a pizza parlor near you, soon!
  • It started with beaded bracelets, and ended up with ass-less chaps – Jodi’s weekend in Durham

and it goes on and on and on …

ciao,
:+s+:

dona nobis pacem

“Keep Calm and Carry On”

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American Idol is the triumph of packaging over content. 🙂

Karaoke is okay, I guess: good clean fun.

I can’t speak to assless chaps.

One Ring…


[info]ttocsland
March 1st, 2008

Current Mood:
happy Crazy happy

Current Music:
Cream – Sunshine Of Your Love

” One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them …”

ok. That’s a tad dramatic, eh?
But the reason I’m dramatic is … I’m married again!!!! Hand in unlovable hand!!!

See, thought I lost my wedding ring while I was in Upstate in January … made me very very sad. Looked everywhere I could, presumed I had lost it when I handled two duffle bags at once in my one hand, or maybe into a glove – just didn’t know. Thought about my little tool bag in the way back of the Outlander, but hadn’t gotten around to looking in there – presumed since I had reached in there only once on my trip, what are the chances it’s in there? Well, apparently 100%!!!
Tada!
CIMG6732

Also, it was a lovely day out – Boo and I headed over to the Farmer’s market with Brendan, then grabbed a bite at Tyler’s, walked the AmBacco Campus a bit. Got back home and boo got Artsy on a bowling pin!!!
Yay Pin Projekt!! – though that’s a site from a few years ago, the point is the same – go crazy with mad artz skillz on a pin!!! Weeeeeee!!!!

CIMG6694 :: CIMG6707

so, we spent some time out on the back deck and it was wonderful.

Hope your Saturday was just as wonderful!

:+s+:

dona nobis pacem

“Keep Calm and Carry On”

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Why do I hear the “Love Boat” song in my head?

Yay for new rings…

That bowling pin is telling me that it wants to be a lamp.

Freya (the Norse Goddess of Love)

Freya (the Norse Goddess of Love) 
Originally uploaded by ttocsland Ain’t she a cutie??? Katie (Michelle’s sis) & Paul got her a few weeks ago, so she’s probably 10 weeks old now. M&M&Z went and report she’s even cuter in person!!! So, yay! 


 
Freya (the Norse Goddess of Love)
Originally uploaded by ttocsland



Also, I’m blogging from inside Flickr – oh, the joys of technology. We’ll see what it looks like, though!


ciao
:+s+:
dona nobis pacem


“Keep Calm and Carry On”

Hello Blue dog…


[info]ttocsland
December 5th, 2007

Current Mood:
accomplished accomplished

Current Music:
Red Hot Chili Peppers – Under the Bridge

Good morning!!

gots to go let her out!

ok – she’s soooooo happy at times, I love her “I’m jumping up to bump you – oh I want to lick too – I’m soooo happy my butt’s a moving all over the place! Weeeeeeee” pose/response to the back deck.

It’s another good morning to say ‘thanks’, the trees are soooo bare – I gave the ‘hood a look see – you can see for miles.

63 at the sink, 37 in downtown, it’s time for ‘scott in the morning’ …

Happiness.
Is it a scritch behind Blue’s ears? Is it Blue finding her mostly denuded tennis ball and waiting for me to toss it about the living room/dining room/kitchen/den? (She nearly toppled Boo’s monitor the other night when I was having her go cross the living room and into the den – but she was sooooooo happy!)
Is it figuring out the perfect amount of Cool Whip to put on a slice of pumpkin pie for breakfast? (I may have nailed that!)
Is it looking upon the woman you love, and even though it might be a forecast for chills and bumps in the night, feeling that magical spot of warmth centered right behind my heart glow with love, feeling the stressors of the moment slip away as you gently touch her hair, so as not to wake her up too early?
Is it the random adventure to find a spot for coffee in Durham after 9:30? (Hint – Bob Evan’s until 10pm, IHOP until Midnight, Honey’s all the time)

Happiness.

As I consider all the things I’ve seen and done, and as I put aside the cold rational skeptic behind my soul who says ‘ain’t it just a chem reaction? try a stronger brew of java, punk – that’ll give a happy for a minute or 7!!’, at this moment, it’s all ephemeral – ethereal – without mass, but oh so strong in its impact.

Happiness.

My mom is thinking (focusing? fixating??) on a stone step from her childhood home. As she spoke of it the other day, I could hear the joy in her voice as she pondered if its awesomeness was real or a figment of her imagination/memory. I thought of a few things I’ve got listed as figment – imagination or memory; there’s an access spot at Main Street Elementary, down in the auditorium way. Perhaps 3rd grade, no later than 4th grade. Exploring during a school band practice, maybe? It had a metal grate over it, but the grate opened and you could fit inside – was it a cold air return entrance? was it in the side hall way to the right of the stage? And didn’t I go and see a movie at Main Street one summer, a B movie about nuclear sized tarantulas? If so, ma – what were you thinking sending your kids to see a b-movie horror flick??

Happiness.

Finding what you’re looking for? Knowing what you’re looking for?
Viv was a love last night and helped me return the rental car over at the airport – side note – airport rental fees are down right ridiculous, but what can ya do?? It coincided with M getting back from a jaunt to the cold happiness of snowmobiling (with sled in tow) up in their old stomping grounds of North Dakota (or souther Canada, as I joke!).
M recently enjoyed the celebration of her 21st birthday, and as we headed back to town from the airport, there was chatting about how ‘we old folks’ probably are boring poor miss M to death, and how nice it must have been for her to be with peeps her own age. You know, back when we were all crazy and fun-loving 20-somethings… – ah, happiness. Committed with all your power, but not exactly sure what it is we were doing.

I shared my Wallace Certified Story (#456, I think) of being part of the vampire crew at Daze Inn Rez in Knoxburg, late shift out at midnight, closing a bar’s kitchen and then the bar at 2 in the morning, heading to the Boiler Room for an after hours dance a thon, heading back to Unpainted Furniture for a morning shift, then back to Daze for the swing, then to the local watering hole for grub and drinks, oh – it’s 2 and they’re closing! Off to the Boiler Room – rinse and repeat!!

My advice re: M’s possible interest in Int’l Biz, was to create a Durham office for things from friends she meets on line – say, an outlet for authentic Swedish fisherman sweaters, where she can send back authentic North Carolina/Durham … uh … stuff! By becoming the American wholesaler for int’l goods, she’d gain the knowledge and smarts without necessarily spending a few years in classrooms. Just my advice, and worth every penny she paid for it!!!

Happiness.

Friends getting back to the swing of things after being away for a bit. Yourself getting back into the swing of things after being away for a bit. The knowledge that it just may – no guarantees here – is just may be alright.

If not happiness itself, then something that adds happy to how things are.

I had a goal – 800 at 8. I achieved that. I also shared a bit of how things are, and I put down in writing some of the thoughts and energy of the {is it 5lbs? 6lbs??} bucket of grey matter I carry around all the time. Feels good to hit a goal.

Hope your day treats you well, and that you are hot in the pursuit of what makes you happy.

ciao,
:+s+:

dona nobis pacem


“Keep Calm and Carry On”

ps – as I sit and review what I’m about to post, I’m realizing that taking a moment to go over, and fix the stupid stuff I should fix before I share is good. It makes me happy to know that I’ve done something well. I guess, to summarize, that taking a moment to pause, to slow down for a reason, is good.

s.

Tuesday afternoon … winter scene out the window.


[info]ttocsland
December 4th, 2007

Current Mood:
good good

Current Music:
Lars Fredrickson and the Bastards – To Have And to Have Not (Billy Bragg cover)

the trees are bare – the leaves are on the lawn – not in a pretty cornucopia of fall colors – most are dry and brown; when it was misting the other night they take on the tone of whale underbelly.

I’m pulling my Gallery pics down to my external hard drive – somewhere I lost the php database that allows peeps to go take a look. Luckily, Flickr is working nicely; might have to take a look over at Picassa, since Flickr don’t have a pic manager that I know of.

Tuesday … chilly – 54 out there. The sky is that brilliant white cloud cover, it’s windy, I can see too far along the neighbor’s back yards. It looks like it feels cold out. I can’t tell if it’s the view that’s allowing me to project my Northeastern prejudices (compared to the anti-views from my LA time) or … just the “season”. Hard to explain – I know it’s winter. All the cues are there. Even Blue is up for a good 20 hour (cumulative) nap cycle! I like it – there’s a distinct change – like crossing a boundary, a river, something – and now we have ARRIVED!!!

I’ve been thinking a bit about the changes over the past year – just looked at a couple of pics from Oct 06 – Rocket was small, Durham was a place we were visiting, and the wheels of the bus of life were chugging along. a mere 13 months later – I walk about our house, the wood floors sometimes creak and give; there are ‘chinks in the armor’ – or at least some gaps between the planks that I feel when I’m strolling bare foot. I have a little habit I do of opening the drapes in the dining room – looking over to Adrian’s place, the tree out that side of the house. I use a curtain rod thingy to push the drapes – the table’s in the way now, used to be the grey sofa. I’m looking at the drapes I’ve tied together to get sun into the den. I can ‘see’ the similar treatment I’ve done on the front door for months now. Light management? It’s nice…

Then as the evening progresses I walk about our house and turn lights on, close the drapes to the deepening darkness, and pet the dog, maybe throw her toy about for her. It’s a nice place to be – certainly ‘homey’ – embrasing, solid to stand on, comfortable – every after just a year. I like that.

We’ve been strugglin, though – through a lot of uncertainty. My employment needs to ramp up a notch or 7; being a home owner is great – taking care of the house is, um, a challenge. Missing the ones we love hurts a lot, more than I care to write about. Being sad sucks. Giving all the hope I have to the powers that be so that I can keep having the {french for things stay the same} relationship of calling Dad once every 3 months – haven’t I learned yet? What the fuck has to happen for me to get it? Tough. Tough times for a number of us, yet … we still get another day. Live another day.

I’ve felt very unfocused for quite some time. I am not sure what the prime factor is – I get all excited about accomplishing something, and in that euphoric faze, I start two or three more things, cause when they’re all done it’s gonna be awesome!!! But … I fail. I don’t get the dishes done and put away. I don’t have a single place for all my pictures (images, video). My files are threatening to overwhelm me, and in that pause before complete collapse, I should be realizing that it’s all … un-important. All a bit of a distraction. the truly funny/sad thing is that the important things have ALWAYS been the important things. Family. Friends. Love. Life. That’s it. Not my toys, not my massive collection of unidentified CDs/DVDs of 0 and 1s, representing a lot of neat and cool and pedestrian things. Where are the fabulous memories of a road trip taken at a drop of a hat??

Wow – seems like I had a bit to say, eh?
Turdblossom escaped, but only because I am … sad and pathetic? Zombified? Scared of the consequences? Resigned to the fact that the system may actually not be broke, and that there are winners and losers in every system, and I’m not on the winning side, with the definition being those who have ‘conquered’ the game. Still, for the cost of a latte, action could have been taken and if nothing else a punishment could have been rendered. Thank goodness the 80% won’t stand up to the 20%, eh?

wow – just spent 5 minutes grabbing the title to the song I’m listening to –

To Have And to Have Not

. the power of the intertubes!!!

Ok, think I’ll get this posted. I’m motivated in part from the earlier posts I made over on my web site – I refer to them as my T.A.W.S(&a!). entries. I tagged them as such – from back in the day when I was a young buck of only 33! Hah!!!!

Write. Write often, and perhaps well.

So today, when Hanukkah begins at sunset (Judaism, 2007) and they celebrate Navy Day in India (hey – they’ve got a coastline!), and who can forget the two opposing events of the 1791 event that would, in time, give us Calvin and Hobbes and Bloom County, The Observer was publishes as the world’s first Sunday newspaper! 200 years later, Pan American Airways – an innovator for years, ended operations. Do something, and do it big!!!

ciao,
:+s+:

dona nobis pacem


“Keep Calm and Carry On”