## Pi(e) Day

March 15, 2010

Yesterday was March 14.     If you use the number notation to designate your calendar days, it would be 3/14  but you would say, “Three Fourteen”, right?   OR…  3.14.

Thus PI, π, the symbol for the mathematical constant whose value is the ratio of any circle’s circumference to it diameter; the ratio of a circle’s area to the square of its radius.   [I lifted these words from Wiki:   http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pi]

I love it because I love PIE and not because I’m a mathematician.

I made a Strawberry one yesterday:

Pie assembly just about to start...

I tossed in a small handful of golden raspberries that I found in the freezer.     They baked away into the gooey mess.

Before going into oven - I 'carved' a few strawberries on the top and wrote '3.14 pi day' but it's hard to read.

I also sprinkled sugar and brushed on some half-n-half on the top to make it pretty-pretty.

Oops - I put my mitted hand into it when the pie attempted to get away from me!

I had pulled the pie out of the oven and placed it on a trivet.   When I attempted to move pie AND trivet to show my guests the lovely hot pie, I turned a bit too quickly and the pie started to scoot off the trivet I was holding.   I had to put my paw right onto the top to slow it’s inevitable crash onto my buffet and into the wall.     Everyone laughs, ha ha.    DARN IT.

It still tasted good.

The hub had cooked a tremendous Irish feast of corned beef, colcannon, baked Irish cod and all the trimmings – so GOOD!   Our complementary beverage was Murphy’s Stout.    The guests brought an Orange Creamsicle Pie which was a very refreshing treat, as well.

Thus concludes our pre-St. Patrick’s Day and PI Day celebration.

## People Are Crazy

July 21, 2009

“God is great, beer is good.   And people are crazy.” I love this song by Billy Currington.   It makes me laugh and it makes me cry;  just like a good country song should.

## Nothing to Say and All Day to Say It!

July 9, 2009

WELL, well well.

Well.

I love this little blog, ya know?    And I kind of like this new quiet over here.  Waxes and wanes, this little obsession and I wonder sometimes if I could seriously put my butt into writing-mode-chair and draft something, anything.

Sure, I could!   I so could.   I’m smart enough, bright enough, not-quite disciplined enough, plenty of TIME enough – but still.   Those funny little naysayers that sit in the balconies of my most personal thought spaces pop up and yell – or maybe they whisper?

The blue words will now be those awful voices…

“Ya know, very few published fiction writers actually make enough money to live on.”

“Yea right, you gotta be open to CRITICISM.  You hate criticism, no – you actually LOVE criticism and eat it for breakfast as justification for your sorry sad do-nothing life.   Your thrive on being sad and lonely and misunderstood and

UNWORTHY.   Bring it on.”

## “Ya know, discipline is hard.”

“Ya know, plenty of good writers can’t even get their stories published!!!!!!”

“You know that you don’t have any idea how to craft a friggin’ story?  OH yea, you’re real good at spitting out crappy blog posts of random nothingness but you know nothin’.”

Yes, but, I could be the next great thing!   Couldn’t I?    Just because yesterday didn’t happen for me, maybe tomorrow is MY TIME.    Gotta just keep puttin’ it out there.

“Yea right.   and then some day, you get famous and they find this blog.  ha!   You’ll be ridiculed beyond ridiculedness.  ridiculous. How do you spell that, anyway?   How come I never put those two words together before?  Huh.

Isn’t my brain a fun place to be?   Golly gee graciousness.    I need another beer.

Hey – have you ever noticed that when you do spell check in wordpress, that the system doesn’t like the word ‘blog’?   WTF?

## Dear Potential New-to-Me Doctor,

May 15, 2009

Dear Potential New-to-Me Doctor,

I found you in the list of doctors that accept my insurance.   I liked your name and the fact that you are close to my age and have been an official doctor for almost 20 years.     What else do I have to go on?!     They should make you list favorite color, astrological sign and if you prefer pie or cake.

I am writing to you because I have made an appointment and wanted to save the who/what/where/blahblahblahs so we may have a productive meeting.   I have no physical complaints to present to you and I hope not to have any in the near future.

Also, I’m curious if you will respond.   Knowing you are busy and my letter to you a bit unorthodox in the ‘Choosing-A-Doctor’ process, I wonder if you will write me back.   I’m enclosing a SASE to make it a bit easier.

I’m giving you the opportunity to NOT ACCEPT me as a new patient if you decide I’m not someone you want to know.

Let’s start, shall we?     I have no kids – never quite got around to it and have since decided that our family of wife plus husband plus adorable dog is just fine.     I work out occasionally, would love to lose 5-10 pounds but don’t really care, I try to eat right, I admit to smoking cigarettes on occasion but can easily go weeks or months without one, and I partake more beer and wine than is recommended.    I’ve just started yoga and I’m liking it way more than I expected to.    Over all, life is really great and I have no complaints.     Other than my hypothyroidic condition and nasty cold sores on my upper lip every so often, I’ve got nothing wrong with me that I know about.

I love to read – do you?    What’s your favorite book?    I am recommending The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein, especially if you love dogs.    Do you like dogs?     It was just a wonderful read.     I’ve set a goal to read 100 books this year and not sure I’ll make it but I’m reading quite a variety – it’s fun.      I work as a substitute teacher because I love the flexibility and because it gives me something to say when people ask me what I do.     I also volunteer at the nursing home and do free tutoring through the library for math, language and computers.

So, is this enough?   Would you like me as a patient?   If not, please save us both the time and effort and send this back with a big red line thru it.     Or fill out my little survey.     Click the appropriate circle:

O   –    Yes, would love to have you as a new patient.    I will remind myself to read this again as your appointment nears.

O   –     No, you sound really weird.     Find somebody else.

O  –      I’m passing this around the office and we’re all getting a good laugh.

O  –     Do you have no idea how busy I am?!   I’m an extremely important health professional and I do not have the time to be writing patients or filling out silly forms.   I’ll just hand this to some poor sap in the office and see if they will fill it out.

Thank you for your being open to my process of finding a good doctor.  I would love to know more about you and your philosophies of patient care and personal health and well-being.      Do you think you would be a good doctor for me?

Sincerely,

CuriousC

## Got the Time?

November 19, 2008

I’m Sorry, People! NOT that I need to apologize but I feel bad.   I have been fighting my PC once again – it’s just as annoying to read another post like that as it is for me to fight it, I’m sure.   But that is why I’m not blogging much.  and visiting you all.   I can’t seem to get any webpages to load.   I thought Firefox would fix this.    SO, I’m having technical difficulties.      BORING! Moonbeam gives warning for posts that might be depressing, maybe I should have a boring rating…      I’m just so terribly annoyed with sitting here WAITING…

Let’s try to think up something fun, shall we?

Yesterday, I was supposed to take my hub’s watch in to the jewelry store to see if they could fix it.   It doesn’t have a battery so that’s not what is needed, but anyway.    I THOUGHT I had put it in my pocket but when I got out of my car, the watch wasn’t there.   I searched the car but no watch.   OH NO!   Did it fall out while I was at the bank?   darn it!  WHAT TO DO.

Well, I thought I would just go on in and see if I could price a new watch.      Of course, the first question was “What price range are you thinking?”     I don’t know, try me.    “Some excellent watches can be had for \$2000.”

After he picks me up from the floor, I told him to drop a zero.

I am not into the fancy watch thing.   Certainly, my husband isn’t, either.    I thought ROLEX was the big name but the sales guy mentioned quite a few I had never heard of and I had no idea Omega was such a ritzy brand.

Anyway, I went ahead and bought a Tissot Swiss something-or-other and it will be his ANNIVERSARY gift, his Christmas present and next year’s birthday gift as well!    SHHHEEEESH!   Who spends five figures on a watch?   not me.

Happy 20th Babe.     It’s pizza and beer at home tonight (so I can save up to pay for that damn watch.)

## More Reflections

August 11, 2008

The last post got me tripping through that calendar…   imagine that Hollywood technique of the pages of an actual calendar as they start flipping and we are whisked away into the past.

Except.  I’m not sure where I was going with that.   Did you really imagine it, though?    Can anyone name a movie where they do that?    the spinning newspaper is another trick to transport one into the past.   I’m thinking It’s a Wonderful Life, but I could be wrong.

Reflections.   I’m here to give you some more reflections and I always think of memories when I consider the WRITTEN word of ‘reflection’.   Contemplation, mind-wanderings.   I’m really good at those.

I’ve had ever so good of a day.   I didn’t have internet connection – the rain and my DSL don’t get along.  Plus I had some errands to run.    I’m the honey-doer around this house.   It’s part of my ‘paid’ position to be hub’s assistant.   And believe you me;  I know how to pour on the honey around here.  heehehehehe.

(yes.   I’ve had one two glasses of wine.)

Last Saturday was supposed to be a trip to the beach.   Please don’t even get me started.  I could allow myself a whole big stupid pity party on that, but I’m a big girl and I choose my battles.   SO, I went fishing with the Hub instead.   We really did have a truly lovely love-filled day and it was all goody goody.  I read (and laughed out loud A LOT) to the book I was reading:  The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao* by Junot Diaz.   Oscar (Oscar my dog NOT the book Oscar!!!!!)   was a little strung out and sleepy due to a hornet sting (we gave him a Benadryl) and Hub caught a bass or two.  I lost count.

I took a photo of my reflection on the water!!!!

Man,  do I look hippppy?

(what is really  scary, is that I did take a photo of me in my bikini but don’t have the guts to show it to you.)

and here’s a reflection of clouds on the water – is not the New England sky just Blue Blue Blue?

Maybe it’s the white whiteness of the clouds for contrast?

and I have to show you my dear pup O Pup!   He’s my baby…

and where I sit when Hub is fishing and I’m doing my reading?  (notice the can of Coors Light…)

I angled the viewfinder like that on purpose.    Not sure why exactly, but I’m sure I thought it would be ‘artfull’…    Sometimes, the Hub (Captain) allows me to bring my sun umbrella on board which I have no doubt makes him the laughing stock of the other fishingmen – but I am ALSO of no doubt that they are just jealous that they don’t have wives that go fishing with them and look so HOT in their bikinis.   or, maybe not.   THAT is truly what is great about hitting 40 finally – I just don’t care.  nor does Hub.  Point was is, I didn’t bring my umbrella this trip – I wanted some sun.  (no, not the point at all:  HOT is in the eye of the husband of the bikini wearer and so he tells me – he’s a dearie, this one.  I’m keeping him.)

oh,

of course, that begs the …

ah shit.  I can always delete it out later if I sense you laughing, right?

Here it is then:    I warned you.   I mean, I’m hot(-per-Hub’s opinion) but I am still normal.  or not surgically altered nor is this picture airbrushed up.  {snort!   what an ego!?}

oh f&*%k.  sorry.  I don’t have the guts to post it!   I guess I do care.  whatever.      (bare with me as I argue with myself to go drink some water and then post the pic or not…. or have a beer.   and/or post or not)

Then again…  those asshole fisherdudes who were (I imagine) laughing at my husband cuz he has to go fishing with ‘the wife’ (me) reading on the back of the boat.   in my bikini.     they got to see me – why not YOU!?

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oops – this is a reflection of a dead tree branch over the greenish water.    I took a lot more pics of the water lilies…

and here is another of Oscar with me and my new cool reading glasses that are also sunglasses.   LOVE EM!   (all of you who haven’t had your eyesight change as you get older – yet?  a pox on you all.   I so hate that my eyes don’t work anymore – I didn’t need glasses until I was brave enough to wear a bikini.)

and finally.

with thoughts that I will likely delete it out in the morning….

here:

and I’m off to go drink some WATER and go to bed.

g’night.

(this photo really makes me laugh…)

* The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.   Very Good.    I had my worries that I wasn’t going to ‘get it’ until I made it to about page 75 and it just got better and better and better and better.   It’s one of those books that almost inspires you to read all the references to other books (there are more than plenty) but honestly, I doubt I will.   Which is sad, I suppose.   I am inspired to learn more Spanish and I am very VERY glad I had at least a working nerdy knowledge of LOTR.   If you do not have a working nerdy knowledge of LOTR – skip this book.    and that is self-explanatory.   Wait a darn minute.  I somehow don’t think that is accurate.   The self part of that last sentence might make it all moot.   I mean, if it was self-explanatory, you would know what LOTR means and thus you would ‘get’ it, but if you DON’T know what LOTR means….   have I thoroughly effed this up!?   Have you read it?!

## Summer Solstice

June 21, 2008

Did you frolic naked in the dew of the Summer Solstice?   (If your lawn still has some morning dew – go get out there!)

I only kicked off my slippers and wandered around my front yard this morning as the Hub hooked up the boat and got ready to go chase a few largemouth bass.    So my feet should be soft and lovely.   (I have a pedicure scheduled anyway.)