I was walking back from my lunch break at work today. The sun was shining, the ground beneath my feet was littered with colored fall leaves, the wind blew just sharp enough for me to enjoy the comfort of my sweater vest and just soft enough for me to smile at it tugging at my hair.
Two men walked down the hill in front of me. One tripped and stumbled off the sidewalk. I smiled as his friend reached out and caught his arm before he could fall and then watched him rib his friend good naturedly on how goofy he looked falling off the curb.
They strode on turning to chat at each other along the way then the one who had stumbled reached over and ran a loving hand across and down the other mans back.
How nice, I thought. They obviously care deeply for each other.
My foot crunched down on a brittle pile of leaves and the one who had stroked the other guys back turned sharply at the noise and gave me a quick look.
He stepped further away from the other guy and assumed a more macho walk.
How sad, I thought. That we still live in a time where loving affection for another is smiled or frowned upon depending on the gender.
That we aren't fully free to be who we are without fear of reprisal.
The sunshine dimmed a bit for me and I shuffled back to work with a moody heart.
MiniWarrior, my 10 year old insect, animal, vampire loving, special boy--now stands as tall as my eyebrows.
This morning I woke and crept out of bed as the house and all its occupants lay sleeping.
I shuffled to the coffee maker and filled its belly with ground up beans and water and set it to work.
With the sounds of the water steaming I did a quick check of email and headline news then walked softly up the stairs to MiniWarriors nest.
The red light over Jabba-the-frogs cage illuminated the mantis habitats on his desk. Joset-the-green-mantis and Willy-the-brown-mantis hung upside down, their cages littered with the bodies of half eaten crickets.
A rustle of movement from the cricket cage told me the sacrificial creatures were busy nibbling on their breakfast of lettuce leaves and grapes.
Yes. Eat hearty my little victims. Think not of being speared on Mantis spines while your head is being noshed on nor think upon the lightening fast frog tongue that will pull you into its mouth and suck you down into its amphibian belly.
I passed by the hermit crab as he lay quietly, nestled against empty shells, its cage tucked into shadowy corners of the table then turned and walked into MiniWarriors bedroom.
He lay sprawled across his bed, rubber crickets and grasshoppers, stuffed cats, frogs and dogs, lay entwined in his sheets.
I lay beside him for a moment, stroking the soft outline of his ear. He stirred and pressed against me mumbling in his sleep.
I wrapped my arms around him and held him like I have for so many years now. The memories flickered through my head of a brown eyed baby, chubby legged toddler, now a lanky boy-man running on sun brown legs, chasing after another victim to add to his collection of cages.
Is it possible to love a human being more than I do this child?
So. I was driving home from work and stuck in the corner of traffic where there is a stupid timed-wait-your-turn-traffic-signal-on-ramp light. I was waiting my turn...muttering at the light...when I see this hot car pass me by on the right.
Well...hmm...what do we have here?
Must inch closer and see what hunk of man is driving this hot car.
*inch inch inch*
Yes. That's it. Turn your head. Let me see you. That's right. Turn. Turn your hea...
Every spare minute I have I've devoted to my new craze hobby, photography...
It's gotten so I'm taking pictures in my sleep. I'll be dreaming (apparently I dream in color)...and I'll see a particular dream image and think, "Wow...I should take a picture of that!" and then I spend the rest of my dream editing the pictures.
I might be needing an intervention soon.
If you do host an intervention for me? Could y'all wear black and white? It would add to the grittiness of the scene and make a fabulous urban addict shot.
I'm just sayin...
I've joined a new photography site--which after viewing 3 billion and 6 really BAD photography sites--ROCKS.
If you are interested, Check it out HERE. My photos are under Haphazardkat :)
Just to show you how NUTS I've become with taking pictures of everything?
I snapped this shot with my i-Phone while I was waiting for the train this morning.
Clutching a steaming cup of coffee.
My lunch bag.
My work bag.
And a Louis L'Amour book.
My fellow platform congregants watched me then did the "she's one of those crazy's sideways step away dance" to the opposite side of the platform from me.
Oh. And (most) of the blurriness of this shot? Is Fog. It was thick as clotted cream out there.
The Photo Meme (*shakes my fist to the sky cuz Jadey tagged me!!!*)
A) Answer the questions below, do a Google Image search with your answer, take a picture from the first page of results, and do it with minimal words of explanation. B) Tag 5 other people to do the same once you’ve finished answering every question.
1) Age you will be on your next birthday.
2) A place you want to travel.
3) your favorite place. *no google image of me being home with Lord V, MiniWarrior, thedog and Guido-the-cat :) *
4) your favorite food.
5) Favorite pet.
6) Favorite color combination.
7) Favorite piece of clothing.
8) Favorite tv show.
9) First name of your significant other.
omg...this one cracks me up!!!
10) Town in which you live.
11) Your first job.
12) your dream job.
13) A bad habit you have.
14) your worst fear.
15) What you'd like to do before you die.
and NO! I'm not going to tag anyone else :P You'all OWE me for this one!!
Yeah yeah yeah, I know. I've sucked at blogging lately.
Actually--I have been blogging. Sort of.
I've been busy hacking recoding my akatseyeview blog to get the &%#! Blogger template to allow me to post larger views of my photos on it.
HOURS of hacking re-coding attempts later--I have achieved success! WOO! *pumps a victorious fist*
Lotta work left re-posting my pics to match the new format-lotta work. *sigh*
So yeah. Much of my spare time has been working on my other blog--thus allowing for my sad neglection of you, Peeps.
Nothing much new is going on since I last spoke with you.
Work is better. Actually--much better. Which is a good thing as I was tired of hearing myself "yip" about it all the time to anyone and everyone who stood still longer then 2 seconds thus making them a "yip-about-work" target.
Lord V still enters the room with shifty eyes, sniffing the air like a nervous gazelle in tiger territory, though ;)
Ah yes. I do have a bit of news to update you with.
Last Saturday was our first Dinner Club party. I am greatly relieved thank god almighty HAPPY to say that my Apple Strudel was a success!
No, I didn't burn it. *eyeballs you*
I didn't know however. that I was supposed to pull the filo dough out of the freezer 5 hours before using it.
I managed to save myself though by nuking it in the microwave...turning it and kneading it softly every 10 seconds so it de-thawed (semi) evenly.
It was a bit shaky to work with as it was thin like a fine layer of skin and kept tearing--but I managed to glue each layer together with melted butter that I brushed on it--and WALLA! No one was the wiser.
*mops my brow*
Next dinner? Is Moroccan and I've heard I'm in charge of H'orderves. Pfftt. I can handle that.
So that's it, Peeps. That's all my news.
Do me a favor and go check out my AKatsEyeView site and let me know what you think of the changes.
Thank you very much. (*Brenda from Closer Southern voice*)
Watchu' still doin' here? GO! Chop chop! *claps hands*
MiniWarriors Teacher took me aside when I went to pick up MiniWarrior from school the other day. She said:
Oh my gosh. I have to tell you something MiniWarrior said on the Field Trip to the Fish Hatchery.
The Fish Hatchery Guide was sitting in a circle with the kids after the field trip when one little girl raised her hand and expressed her love of "sawing worms in half 'cuz they repair themselves and grow a new body".
The Fish Hatchery lady told the group that worms do not repair their bodies when sawed in half but die, so it wouldn't be a good thing to continue doing.
MiniWarrior listened intently then raised his hand and asked, "How long have you been respecting the lives of worms?"
Things are slowing down at work so I finally have a little spare time.
It's been crazy busy with all the fallout from the hurricanes that devastated Texas!
I haven't had time to take Chanda out to capture anymore pictures. I plan on devoting some time this weekend to that endeavor if the clouds hold back their rain party plans.
Saturday evening, Lord V and I are attending our first Dinner Club party. We joined a dinner club group with some of our friends--which is freakin' me out a bit as I have to be responsible for creating gourmet meals! EEK!
My part of this upcoming dinner is to bake an apple strudel. The dinners are themed based and Saturdays dinner is "German". The strudel recipe doesn't seem too complicated *sweat sweat* so I think I'll do OK. (I hope)...
Last Saturday during our girls night at my house? I baked a ready made pizza--which was baked to perfection, thank-you-very-much...and after pulling the pizza out of the oven, I put some cinnamon bread sticks in to bake for dessert.
Great idea, right?
I put them in the oven, then sat down to watch Sex In The City. I got so engrossed in the movie I completely forgot I had put the cinnamon bread in the oven...
After the movie, I got up and started to clean the dinner remains from the kitchen counter when I noticed the cream cheese frosting still sitting out.
Hmm. Look at that. Cream cheese frosting...why is that out?
*blond moment quizzical tilt of head*
OMG! The bread sticks!!!
I ran to the oven and peered inside.
There they were.
Completely burnt to a crisp in a christmas wreath shape.
*thunks head on counter*
We ran around flinging open windows for fear that the smoke would set off the fire alarm.
I so wasn't going to explain that to the fire people!!
The final nail on my humiliation coffin?
The lady who had invited me to join their prestigious gourmet dinner club?
Was one of my friends, watching the movie with me.
I spent the weekend with my girl pack. We headed out Friday evening to Edgefield hotel and whiled the night away sipping pear brandy, hard apple cider and ruby red beer while talking of things only girls really "get".
Saturday I drove home, snagged up MiniWarrior and took him to his friends birthday party--then dropped him off at his Dads. Lord V took off to spend time with his guy pack and my girl pack came back over to munch pizza and icecream while watching the Sex in the City movie.
It was a soul filling weekend. Something much needed and thoroughly enjoyed :)