Category Archives: Randomness

Recipes you won’t see anywhere

At least, not anywhere outside the crazy funny world inside my son’s head.

One day, while I wasn’t looking, my son Tim took over the little scratch notebook where I write all things and ideas food-related. And on the same page where I was writing down some titles of recipes I wanted to try, he proceeded to fill just about every empty line with his own hair-brained ideas.

It was at least an hour or two before I discovered it, and after a good thirty minutes of laughing that left me almost doubled up in pain, I wiped the tears from my eyes and reflected on how fortunate I am to have such a goofball around the house whose humor I totally get. And totally share.
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Stream-of-consciousness surfing

Alternate post title: “Why I couldn’t finish my salad this evening”

I’m home alone tonight because first, someone had the audacity to high-tail it to a Caribbean island and bask in the tropical sun without me. Second, the ensemble that our son is a part of is performing tonight with the New Jersey Symphony Orchestra. Everyone’s got big and important things to do. Including me. This afternoon, I had the equally-notable privilege of making sure the family car was properly inspected at the absolute last day possible without the risk of a ticket. That, and I had to buy cucumbers.

Muy importante. That’s my role around here.
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Symmetry in diving

One of my quirks is that I always lean towards symmetry. I like to straighten things and make them equidistant to each other. I like things perfectly parallel, or perpendicular to each other. If I have to, I’ll settle for 45 degree angles. Maybe 30 or 60 in a pinch.

I’m also most likely to be that annoying person who, in the middle of your sentence, gets up to make sure the frames hanging on the wall are all properly aligned.

It’s a sickness, I’m telling you.

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My recovery schedule

I haven’t been up to posting anything the past week or so, because I’ve been incredibly busy. It’s so difficult to get anything done when your day is jampacked with activities. What? You don’t believe me, you say?

Just to prove my point, here’s what my schedule has been like:

  • 6:30AM – Wake up to take a couple of Motrin tablets. Spill water on the nightstand trying to reach for the Motrin without opening my eyes. Decide water will dry on its own. Put earphones on and have a long discussion with my tongue about the dangers of playing with the stitches in my mouth. Fall asleep shortly thereafter, with tongue still unconvinced.
  • 8:37AM – Get out of bed, head downstairs to make some tea. Stare at dishes in sink, wondering if I can will them to march themselves into the dishwasher.
  • 10:13AM – Notice I have a headache from staring at dishes for 1 1/2 hours. Suddenly remember tea and drink lukewarm spiced chai along with one Motrin tablet. Start playing Sudoku on the couch while waiting for the Motrin to kick in. Fall asleep, dream that I’m chopping down a big tree and Fantasia suddenly appears to sing while I cut down the tree.
  • 2:30PM – Wake up in pain because I accidentally slept on the swollen side of my cheek. Get up from couch to make scrambled eggs, and eat the eggs but imagine that I’m having a BLT instead. Then do a lukewarm saltwater oral rinse and imagine that it’s a Snickers bar instead.
  • 3:35PM – Eye the Vicodin that the doctor prescribed but decide to stop being a baby and suck it up for once. Decide that I really am a bit of a baby, strike a compromise and take just one Motrin. Then go lie down for a moment and wonder when will they ever start showing new House, M.D. episodes again. Fall asleep and dream that I’m driving on a race track and Hugh Laurie is in my pit crew, making sure that no one steals my tires because I just bought them from Costco the other day.
  • 7:30PM – Wake up groggy, wonder for a moment what in the world my couch is doing in a race track. Gain some lucidity and watch a bit of the news. Feel an odd sense of deja vu when they show a clip of Fantasia singing in the entertainment news.
  • 8:15PM – Have some homemade mushroom soup for dinner, eying the garlic bread that’s still too crusty for me to eat. Notice that the dishes are somehow gone from the sink, and wonder if maybe I do have telepathic powers after all.
  • 8:40PM – Another saltwater oral rinse, then an antibiotic oral rinse, followed by half an hour spent very very carefully brushing my teeth and avoiding the surgical area. Then take two more Motrin tablets and head to the couch, because oral hygiene can really get exhausting.
  • 9:40PM – Do some reading to take my mind off the throbbing pain, and somehow fall asleep again. Dream that I’m running down the street being chased by a white horse, and I have to duck into a pizza parlor that serves Chinese dumplings because the horse is scared of chopsticks and won’t come inside the store.
  • 1:30AM – Wake up with a sudden urge for pizza with pineapple. Take two more Motrin tablets and hope that the horse doesn’t come back to chase me when I fall back asleep.

I rest my case.

(Despite my killer schedule, I’ve still managed to squeeze in a little bit of camera time. I’ll be posting my Project 365 backlog shortly.)

People like me

Disclaimer: I realized, belatedly, that the title of this post can be misleading. I briefly panicked and thought, “Oh no! Innocent passersby will think I’m some full-of-myself blogger who likes to declare to the world that random people everywhere like her. It’s not true!!” (I say “innocent passersby” because everyone else who knows me will never assume that. They already know that people barely notice me, let alone “like” me for any apparent reason.) So, if you are one of those innocent passersby, please don’t judge me so soon. As you read the post, you’ll find out that people liking me is the farthest from the truth and is soooo not what I meant when I wrote the title. So don’t be afraid. Carry on. Okay. I’ll shut up now.

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I think there’s a word for people like me. You know, the devoted step-parent who’ll do anything for her stepson whom she adores like he was her own. The kind who’s more than happy to attend his band banquet even though she’s not really into crowds of other parents she’s never met before. The one who’ll go with a smile (and a camera to document the event) because it means a lot to him, and he’s a senior and hey, they were this year’s state and regional champions.

Yes, I even forgot to be overly self-conscious and procured for myself a shooting position right in front of the podium as soon as the band director started handing out recognition plaques. And I waited patiently for his name to be announced, every now and then looking anxiously at the table where he was sitting with his friends to see if there were any candid moments to shoot.

You’d think I was just like any other normal parent, concerned and always trying to do the right thing. And I can’t fault you for that.

But then, a little later, you might sneak a peek at me, and discover that I’ve gotten hopelessly distracted by the interesting ceiling covered with loose layers of billowing sheer fabric, gathered so nicely towards the center where the chandelier was hanging. And instead of paying attention to the band director, I now have my camera trained up at the ceiling at who knows what.

abstract ceiling

Yeah. I’m not too proud of myself for that. And when I say, “I think there’s a word for people like me,” please don’t respond out loud. It’s kinda rhetorical. That, and I’m really a bit scared of what you might say.

Although, in my defense, I took that while they were calling out the names of the freshmen and sophomores, so I figured they’d have more band banquets in the future that’ll erase the memory of the crazy lady taking pictures of the ceiling.

blue abstract

But … but … wait. Isn’t that the same lady who went for seconds of the calamari and took the last slice or two (or three) of the freshly-baked bread?

Good thing she won’t be at the banquet next year.

What I learned at the CS3 Power Tour Part side note

What I learned at the CS3 Power Tour:

Side note: I learned that it’s really difficult to write the next installment for this series when you don’t know where in the world you left your seminar workbook.

Sorry about that. Excuse me while I turn my house upside down looking for the workbook.

In the meantime, I thought I heard someone mention Alfred Hitchcock here. So here’s a shot I took last week. From my porch. Again.

And yes, those aren’t leaves.


Think maybe those birds took my workbook?