just got my own bac!

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

yep, horsehair all around! new windows and doors will make a 30% difference according to the carpenter, but the walls will always be cold to the touch in the winter. the dojo is insulated with cellulose treated with borax, which is supposed to be non-toxic. (i hope so, since ex hub left bales of it next to the dojo, splitting open and leaking the stuff into piles on the ground. hundreds of dollars worth of good supplies, down the tubes.)

all that talk of bald makes me think of long-ago conversations with moglor. how ya doin', mog?! and that stupid train man-kid, a long-forgotten mistake.

there's plenty of power, hooray! but i think a cell tower got knocked down, as there's no service. but no house phone, either. (weird.) which especially sucks, because i need to re-order some bac, today! i never wait this long to do it. argh! my mind does forget the essentials sometimes.

is bronkaid addictive? i think it must be. i'd better watch it, though i'm guessing the speedy effect wears off when you use it more often, so maybe it's not such a concern. please do advise.

looks like i'll be able to go for a run this morning, alongside the snow that still covers the grass. the roads are clear and it's not too cold (it's above 32, anyway), so i won't be slippin' and slidin'. this is good!

so's the fact that i made it warmly through the night, and my house didn't burn to cinders.

happy sunday, all!

rudy

[sjm]

just got my own bac!

idea from mom--use mary's phone to order your bac…just do it before or after you get in the tub!

imho, lamott is right on: all good things (not just writing success) start with compassion--for self first, and for others…to continue (wise crone returns!), compassion and judgment are like oil and water…impossible to mix together. best to use instead discernment, a mix of wisdom and compassion.

Make a chocolate cake (happiness!) substituting the gluten-free flour and stevia (discernment) for the usual flour and sugar (judgment). all is well--and thanks (from redhead and me esp.)!

Happy birthday again to g! happy hallowe’en to everybody!

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

i won't be making cake any time soon. i'd like to get myself to eat some eggs and other basics, first.

yes, i meant to say that about lamott: all of what she says is applicable to life as a whole, not just writing. what she says about knowing and describing characters is what we should do when we describe them to ourselves in our minds, not just if we're doing it on the page. her book is truly a wonderful read.

g wants me outside with him in the snow. guess i'll change out of my pajamas...

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

ok, so, fresh back from my run, and here's what i have to share with you:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7yOZllUuKc[/video]]Orishas - Amor al Arte - YouTube

definitely salsa in there for you, pete, along with some hip hop and that gansta voice that speaks truths, not hate. here's the chorus: sacame la mano ya no he vuelto mas, pero ya puedo mas[/I] take out my hand, and i haven't returned yet, but i still could. i'm pretty sure the cow bell and horns are real this time. their music is so multi-layered, and that voice, that melodic one that's harmony like honey, yumm ~ sweet!

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

here's a good one for motoring the feet:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4hLvAdlaj8[/video]]Orishas bombo - YouTube

this one has a reggae vibe visiting -in the some of the rhythms and sounds, and one of the voices especially- but i love it! (i tell ya, for me, everything's better in spanish!)

anywhoot, i'd better motor my feet and get my son, who says i'm stinky and he's right. (i skipped the bath to run and write, but we should have hot water now, so i'm set.) my free time is over, i'm afraid, though i do hold out hope that the neighbor boys will come and play. i gotta clean the house, and bathe, and and and...

ciao for now, folkies!

xo rudy

[Isolde]

just got my own bac!

Hmm, Bronkaid being addictive... Probably in the same way that people have to have their cup of coffee in the morning (but I'd venture to say less so). Because the morning cup of joe is more of a ritual. The way I look at Bronkaid is like this - the more often I use it, the less effective it will be next time, and the more I'll have to take. And so I try to save it for when I really need it. I was initially using it once a week, on either Saturday or Sunday, to have a good old "get shit done day". Now I just take it sporadically. But I'm also taking OxyElite Pro (a fat burner) right now, for the feel good effects and energy, so Bronkaid isn't needed.

How was the flourless chocolate torte, Roo? Now that my low carb week is over, I am trying to think if there is some treat that I would like to have. The only thing I can think about is all of the beautiful fruit that I bought yesterday though! A week w/out fruit was tough for me.

I'm glad your party went well and that you're making a new friend (with a big bathtub!). I wish it was snowing here right now! I could use some bracingly fresh cold air in my face! Your description of the big slow flakes coming down was beautiful. Sounds serene.

My kombucha brew is finally growing a skin on the surface!! Yay! This will eventually become the mushroom. Once it gets a little bit thicker, I need to brew more tea to keep it growing. I was afraid it wasn't going to work.

[SlipperyPete]

just got my own bac!

I would love to be able to go for a run in the snow. Too bad we rarely get it here. We get plenty of misty days, though!

The Amor al Arte song was good, but I gotta have more cowbell!

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

ha ha ha pete! that's funny. you'll find that bell in salsa, all over the place.

is, congrats on your kombucha skin! and that's great about the fruit; hey if that's your treat, healthy you! and thanks for the input on bronkaid. i take it a few times a week these days, and it has yet to disappoint. i'm glad you don't think it's addictive.

aww, shit, i gotta get those brussels sprouts in so they don't go to ruin. (sure you don't wanna come over? the air IS very crisp!) though i should really do it NOW, i take heart in my memories of brussels sprouts in vermont, still delicious when picked from under a layer of snow. (ok, i'll go get them shortly and cook some, and make myself gorge on them. i've bought butter, and i can taste already that they won't disappoint. so thanks for the inspiration.)

i made another friend from yesterday. two new friends! this second one is also headed for divorce, having left her hubby 2 years ago, but still cohabitating! yuck! we have a lot to talk about!

how was your party, is? maybe i'll read about it over at bruun's...

ok, about that garden...

[Isolde]

just got my own bac!

RudyB;1200781 wrote:

is, congrats on your kombucha skin! and that's great about the fruit; hey if that's your treat, healthy you!
Well, there are Butterfingers and Reese's peanut butter cups in the Halloween candy bowl. Some of my favorites. I might have to have one of each after dinner.
Although, my coworker has a candy bowl at her desk for everyone, and it is always full of yummy chocolates, and I have no problem passing that up.

I did indulge in some razzleberry pie (leftover and store bought) with vanilla ice cream last night. And I enjoyed every bit of it!

RudyB;1200781 wrote:
aww, shit, i gotta get those brussels sprouts in so they don't go to ruin. (sure you don't wanna come over? the air IS very crisp!) though i should really do it NOW, i take heart in my memories of brussels sprouts in vermont, still delicious when picked from under a layer of snow. (ok, i'll go get them shortly and cook some, and make myself gorge on them. i've bought butter, and i can taste already that they won't disappoint. so thanks for the inspiration.)
I would love to come help! It'll give me a break from all of this rain, and I'm sure you'll share what you cook. I love me some brussels sprouts!
It has been pouring here for ages. The streets are so flooded that traffic is backed up EVERYWHERE. People's cars are getting stuck. I think it's supposed to stop soon though.
Speaking of weather, how did you fare through that storm, Roo? It was all over the news and it looked really bad!!

RudyB;1200781 wrote:
i made another friend from yesterday. two new friends! this second one is also headed for divorce, having left her hubby 2 years ago, but still cohabitating

! yuck! we have a lot to talk about!

I made some new friends too! One of them is a girl that I met at the party, who is a friend of the friend that I went with. We chatted a bit and really connected. She wants to get together for lunch sometime. It's hard for me to make female friends, so that was a nice bonus meeting her.

RudyB;1200781 wrote:
how was your party, is? maybe i'll read about it over at bruun's...

Yup!

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

well, is, i guess you got behind on my tomes; there are weather reports throughout that storm. i fared very well -in short- with only two or three power flickers, nothing more. several schools in the region were closed today, though, due to power outages.

rain rain go away!

last year's halloween marks a small tragedy in my motherhood. it was a sunday, and i had drank pretty much all day, probably vodka, which at that point was treating me mildly. i was probably just about sober enough by the time trick-or-treat hour rolled around, but i was oh-so-tired. so, my son went to play with his dad for a while, and when they came back, 'oops, it's a bit too late to go'. (it was really only borderline late.) g didn't seem to mind much, he was tired, and we stayed in. i manipulated the situation -even said it was because he was out so long with his dad (bad me!)- and it worked. gave a thought to how he might feel the next day, but overrode it. next day, he broke into sobbing tears when his friends in pre-care asked him if he got lots of candy trick-or-treating. ouch. that night, the family that bore witness to the spoiled fruit of my crime called me in all sweetness and asked if they could give g a bag of candy the next day. i said of course and thank you, and then hung my head in shame at the news of what had happened. but my child is a resilient boy, and the next afternoon he grinned as he showed me the fabric bag they had decorated for him and filled with candy. my conscience was eased just a bit. but he did not forget; from time to time he mentions it, not with bitterness, but with a twinge of regret and sadness.

naturally, this year i set out to do it right, fully capable of accomplishing that. i remembered to pack his costume to avoid a stop home and allow time to skip up to the pharmacy to get my baclofen (which arrived with a half a day's supply still remaining). i brought him snacks. when i got to the school, of course he was having so much fun he didn't want to leave. (he was stacking snow in the tricicle 'truck', and hauling it off, with his friend.) so we hung out, he ran down a hill, fell, and skinned and bruised his knee. nice, cuddly feel-better time ensued. he perked right up, and we made our merry way from the school. on the way out of pharmacy town, we found an awesome pizza joint, where the pizza is the best i've seen north of the george washington bridge EVER! (i say 'seen' because i didn't try it -except a nibble of the crust- since i have no appetite in the evening these days still (don't worry, i always eat breakfast and lunch)). he had just said he was really, really hungry, and could we find some pizza. i said i'm sure we'd pass a place along the way -really only being seventy percent sure- and we did! of course.

when we got to our landing spot, to that pretty street that is stacked in halloween, he said -for the nth time, actually- that he didn't want to trick-or-treat. he didn't want to put on his wild warewolf costume, didn't even want the candy! i didn't insist. instead, i gave him a piggy back up and down the street and we looked at the decorations.

he still felt like walking around after that, so we went into town (one main street) and wandered. for several moments, after visiting the cheese shop, we just sat on the bench in front of the theatre and noticed things. 'let's walk some more'. this time he was going on his own legs, and we found ourselves peering into a shiny drum store/studio with crystals and polished rocks populating the deep window sill. 'open' said the sign, and we went in, to find a teacher at g's school and some gongs, which we listened to for a few humming moments. very nice sound, that.

i took the long way home through the deep woods, and my boy fell asleep! what a dream! a whole evening off to my self, with hours to pass before it gets too late. and so here i am.

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

before he fell asleep, on the drive:

g: mommy, can plastic break in cold water?
me: sure, if the water is really freezing.
g: have you ever had that happen?
me: yes, i am sure i have. like i maybe left a pot out with water in it and the water froze, then the plastic pot broke.
g: why?
me: well, plastic gets brittle when it gets really cold.
g: i've never known anybody who has had rittle plastic.

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

on the way home from work, somehow from listening on npr to an interview with tom waitts (whose father was a spanish teacher and used to leave the family at the restaruant table as he skipped off with the mariachi bands to their next gig), the following song came to mind.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISyfTkUHDjQ[/video]]Nina Simone - I love you Porgy - YouTube

it's such a sad ballad, and her haunting soft voice is perfect at conveying both the love and the tragedy of the situation. (two slaves in love, knowing that their time is limited.)

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

when my son and i were sitting on that bench, we had this conversation:

g: wow, that car was loud!
me: yeah, it needs a new muffler.
pause, subtle wrinkle to the brow.
me: mufflers are put onto cars to quiet all the sound they make when they are running.
g: why?
me: well, otherwise we'd live in a much, much louder world, what with all the cars going around all the time.
g: are there cars everywhere?
me: yeah, most places. but not like in jungles and deep in the forests and deserts.
g: but there could be a car that could go on the sand?
me: sure, yeah, sure there are. like track vehicles.
g: what are 'track vehicles'?
me: oh, they're vehicles with tracks instead of wheels, like that tractor your daddy used to have in the driveway [another great story!]. and like some of your bulldozers have.
g: oh yeah. do track vehicles hurt the sand?
me: oh no, i don't think they hurt the sand.
g: good. we don't want to hurt the sand.

[RudyB]

just got my own bac!

on the way home from our enchanted stroll, with my tight and unwilling belly (that didn't feel uncomfortable, though, never does), it crossed my mind to buy some beer. i mean it crossed fast: from stage right straight through and out stage left, as if being chased! what a wonderful experience to have repeatedly! amen!

sipping ginger kombucha is just the ticket, once again. (now, if i could just do something about these cigarettes! --well, i could, but i don't really want to right now. i am enjoying my 10 - 12 a day very much.)

guess i'll retire early, again! it's been nice chatting with you all. (i can use that word here, bruun, because it is so obviously NOT what is going on! tee hee.)

i should say: thank you for reading. please do chime in!

love,
rudycakes

[ifulovelife2]

just got my own bac!

i should say: thank you for reading. please do chime in!

love,
rudycakes

We just like reading it so much, Rudeycakes. We don't want to interrupt your flow.