tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-200699862024-03-13T02:07:21.863-07:00Oh, Joy! It's MeCelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.comBlogger434125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-33547369402094564292016-02-27T13:19:00.003-08:002016-02-27T13:19:30.923-08:00Wallflowers and Wine
2016 is the year of
inclusion. Meaning Roger and I are
working to include our selves in more activities, ergo being a part of the greater community. We always go to Winter Folk Festival (yeah I
know they took folk out of the title… those fools). We go to the Florence Home and Garden Show… mainly because the
station produces it and I do a live remote during the weekend.&Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-17315687104352714862016-02-15T20:04:00.001-08:002016-02-15T20:04:09.286-08:00100 Things About Me... 2016 - With Pictures
100 Things About Me… 2016 – With Pictures
It’s been a few years since I last celebrated the
anniversary of my birth with 100 random thoughts…so I went back and realized
some things never change….
1) Snakes, it had to be snakes?
2) And while I don’t think I am a reincarnate of Ragnor
Lothbrook, who died after being thrown in to a pit of adders… those English. It
is true Cleopatra died Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-8604152208686962332016-01-17T14:26:00.003-08:002016-01-17T14:26:37.759-08:00Well, Hello Again
So… it’s been a while, but
my friend – Kathy – kind of inspired me to get back into writing. It’s not like I quit writing, I just stopped
blogging. Why exactly, I don’t know, maybe I ran out of things to
say? It happens right? Ideas come in and drift out of thought on a
constant basis, but the drive to commit them to permanence hasn’t been front
and center. Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-77642537470377896742012-10-05T21:00:00.003-07:002012-10-05T21:00:40.475-07:00If Tomorrow Never Comes…
I’ve always had an affinity for those words by Garth Brooks…
If tomorrow never comes, will she show how much I loved her
Did I try in every way to show her every day
That’s she’s my only one
And If my time on earth were through
And sheCelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-80888191506554525622012-06-02T20:29:00.002-07:002012-06-02T20:34:12.216-07:00Talk Thursday: Me, Myself and I er… I mean Introduce myself – Ego, Id – Super Ego
Ego - the “I” or self of any person; a person as thinking,
feeling, and willing,
Who am
I? Darn good question and when someone figures it out, please let me know. Who am I?
Really, I’m not sure. I was
taught to step up, answer the call, I guess in some respects I am the default
or reluctant leader. I don’t want to be
the leader, but yeah, it seems to be where I land.Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-52761728974524833912012-05-26T17:54:00.001-07:002012-05-26T17:59:51.917-07:00Talk Thursday: Jealousy (subtitled: I Do Not)
This is an emotion or lack of character I don’t get. What I have I worked hard for, what you have
you wanted and worked for yourself, but wanting what someone else has is just a
lacking inside.
Double Ex and I split on good grounds. And then he got
married. No, problem I did too. Double
Ex walked out on me, walked out on Psam, and walked out on our life. Which apparentlyCelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-15898876030695032912012-05-04T21:02:00.000-07:002012-05-04T21:05:30.743-07:00Talk Thursday: SobrietyToo much alcohol and I stick my head in the freezer. Yes, I know why. Does it make sense to anyone else? Probably not, but still twenty plus years later I remember
why. I get happy, I get loud, I laugh,
and then I puke for the next three days.
Alcohol and Cele do not mix well.
Ergo, I’ve been truly drunk a whole three times in my life… and that is
precisely twoCelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-26122855998262165582012-05-02T20:46:00.000-07:002012-05-02T20:53:25.171-07:00Last Week's Talk Thursday: Expectations, Reality, Evolution
We are raised with expectations, those of our parents, our
teachers, those of our boy or girl
friend, friends, and if you had a dog, his expectations of you too. We strive, we learn, we fall and get back up,
and we dream. I have gone on ad nauseam
about the white knight fairytale that most girls in my age group and possibly
before were raised to believe. Gosh it’s your lucky Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-12578460123179244902012-04-24T18:14:00.000-07:002012-04-24T18:21:00.738-07:00Colors of Spring
Don had a delightful post of spring pictures from his yard. I love Palasso Pentossi (commonly referred to as Don and Scott's house) it's a place of peace, light and water.
What I missed from his post was a picture of the wonderful Morning Glories he USE to grow. Beautiful, but apparently a little too prolific. I could never get the seeds to germinate. I think Psam Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-24689857860313888482012-04-19T22:52:00.002-07:002012-04-19T22:56:23.069-07:00Talk Thursday: Ten Weird Things About Me – ReduxA great topic popped into my head on Sunday when I was doing my taxes. But I was doing my taxes so I didn’t take the time to write it down. I forgot what it was. So all week long I thought, became frustrated, thought a wee bit more, had a migraine… or three this week (really three migraines, what’s that all about), then I panicked a bit. Voila’ I will do a meme redux. How did I know that not Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-88455894053692083612012-04-14T23:05:00.005-07:002012-04-14T23:15:53.222-07:00Talk Thursday: CaterpillarComing home from McDonald’s Friday night I seriously considered writing a blog about the sad part of a caterpillars life and why I should not like to be said bird fodder: A lack of Micky Dee’s fries. Yes, when you’re hungry on a Fast Food Friday and you’ve been striving so very hard to stay on your diet, hot out of the fryer McDonald’s fries with a generous helping of vein hardening salt is to Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-32425622309807251832012-04-11T19:05:00.003-07:002012-04-11T19:28:31.685-07:00Thirteen FirstI found this on my friend Donovan’s Blog - as he said… If you're so inclined, you can play by posting in the comments or sharing a link to your blog or personal space on the internets.1. First day of school.There were seven kids in my neighborhood that were my age when I was growing up, we were all in the afternoon kindergarten session at Mesa Elementary school… I am still friends with most of Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-75388210259604864892012-04-10T18:44:00.007-07:002012-04-10T19:44:25.563-07:00Talk Thursday: "Why on earth does anybody live there?"The Oregon Coast is heaven on earth, no tornados, and no poisonous snakes: snakes yes, poisonous, no. Yes we have rain, the occasional flooding, and once every great while an earthquake.Now, while you might be more than willing to chance a tornado that will lift your house from Kansas to beyond Oz, but I’m not going there… Oz or Kansas (tornados and nasty ass snakes.) Give me an earthquake any Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-81351365655786781642012-04-02T00:00:00.000-07:002012-04-02T00:00:04.491-07:00April 2nd - Autism Awareness DayThe numbers are in and they are staggering....One in eighty eight children have autismOne in fifty four boys have autism, boys are five times more likely to be diagnosised by an Autism Spectural Disorder than girlsOne in 252 girl have autism.The New York Times reported “The new report estimates that in 2008 one child in 88 received one of these diagnoses, known as autism spectrum disorders, by Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-33338454779701437922012-03-30T23:12:00.003-07:002012-03-30T23:15:31.511-07:00Talk Thursday: Ack! Life’s A Great Big Fur Ball ala Bill The CatThis is personal, I’m sooooo not loving 2012. Nope, not even close. There has been nothing but havoc; total chaos; spiritual destruction, and the end of life as I’d like to know it – my quite, unassuming and peaceful life, gone – poof!On December 28th I got my haircut and the power went out. No really the whole friggin town was pitch black. I had an hour and 45 minutes before we aired a Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-4096756011874229222012-03-02T19:58:00.001-08:002012-03-02T19:59:14.288-08:00Talk Thursday: Turn the Car AroundFirst off, my husband has a commuter car; I drive a truck. Second, unless a vehicle is under construction or in for repairs why would anyone put it in the garage? A garage is for your crap – part of this might be explained by the fact that my garage is on the opposite end of my property… and house from my front door. But yeah, I park my truck under the wide open Oregon skies. If I forget to packCelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-32108553080965812432012-02-23T22:15:00.000-08:002012-02-23T22:16:16.861-08:00Talk Thursday: CoffeeWhen I was in grade school we took a field trip to the Butternut Coffee Factory. I must have been in the fourth grade, early enough to allow for a second field trip there a year or so later. While not so sure of the year I was old enough to be totally seduced by the aroma of roasted coffee. Coffee, a warm, rich, deep brown heavenly scent that I knew should taste just as it smelt. Two problems: Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-47288001108074529632012-02-16T22:34:00.001-08:002012-02-16T22:51:52.441-08:00Talk Thursday: Poetry And ProseDon posted a Talk Thursday topic on Poetry and Prose. Poetry makes my heart sing. To craft a poem makes me feel complete, but I play by some sense of poetry rules. When I first hit the internet Psam introduced me to her Friday night poetry group. At the end of each session a topic would be named for the following night, usually a phrase, and the challenge would be on. Sunday mornings back then Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-89986262770168825852012-02-15T22:23:00.000-08:002012-02-15T22:29:11.733-08:00Surrounded by LoveI have begun several blogs, finished none, and posted even less. Today is my birthday, I began telling people I am 56 several months ago. I say it as if to combat the fear of becoming older, but darn it I worked darmn hard for each and every one of those years I’m owning them. I have been extremely blessed.Besides some addictive gamesn and connecting with old friends, the good thing I love Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-83887469746557793842011-12-30T22:56:00.000-08:002011-12-30T23:20:39.978-08:00Talk Thursday – TimeA commodity of which I have little, crap it’s not a commodity if it were I’d buy more, because honey I need more time. Lot’s of time. Please Sir, More. This was the topic several weeks ago. Did I mention I lack the time commodity thingie. Vana, I’d like to buy time please. I began writing this blog … at least a month ago. In the last month, Thanksgiving (okay it was a month and a week). Girls Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-18794824442249263572011-11-11T13:37:00.000-08:002011-11-11T13:49:57.991-08:00Veteran’s Day 2011 – I Will Never ForgetLast night Ducky tried to watch Vietnam in HD on History as we sat at the dinner table eating our savory hot chicken and dumplings, a voice from the TV recounted their experiences and terror of the 1968 Tet Offense – And tears fought to run from my eyes and down my face. This distressed Ducky to the point of him going back to the boring Georgia Tech game, a game in which neither of us were Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-52403597428601969972011-11-02T17:46:00.000-07:002011-11-02T17:49:46.814-07:00We Interrupt this blog for a rantA rant on aging. Yes, I have it, you have it, we all have it. And despite the best efforts of Pounce De Leon, the best plastic surgeons that Beverly Hills has to offer, and of course all the vitamin and fitness gurus it will find you too. You can’t ignor it, okay you can, but I can’t – age is hitting me and in the worst possible place… my mirror.You laugh, ergo you are young, but you wait, you Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-22999207712524578152011-10-29T20:35:00.000-07:002011-12-30T23:11:12.496-08:00Talk Thursday: Frustration - aka dead air from the big boysRunning a week behind in my topics…. If you haven’t noticed – this week’s topic, Occupy/ied/ing, last week Frustration. This is how far behind I am, the frustrating conversation I’m about to relate happened a week ago this morning. People know I work for a radio station, oh, okay.“Hi, I’m Calista and I work for a radio station” See I should never assume. For the past fourteen to sixteen years Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-62856559062329233982011-10-22T19:31:00.000-07:002011-10-22T19:36:40.168-07:00Talk Thursday: Shooting For HappyThere is actually no reason for having not written this blog. Long ago I discovered several truths, yes, they are my truths, but I believe they could hold true for most people. The first, it is far easier to be happy than to eternally be sad. Being sad takes up too much energy, sucks out too much spirit, and alienates you from people who are happy. I choose to be happy, I choose to smile Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20069986.post-19523077481503631402011-10-13T21:13:00.000-07:002011-10-13T21:22:14.741-07:00Talk Thursday: Masculinity and TestoseroneLiving with a man who is recuperating from a “major” surgical procedure is, to say the least, enlightening. It’s been five week (and two days) since Ducky went under the knife, had his spinal stenosis removed and three disks replaced. He also quit smoking on that day – I am very proud of him. In the past month we have been challenged by the temporary paralysis of both his arms, nicotine Celehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471318342104018488noreply@blogger.com2