What I am

I have a list of things I love...things that currently contribute to making me me.

1. Linen...white
2. Cashmere...preferably grey
3. Pralines...not soft
4. Nikon...all things
5. Radiant Peony from Avon...I feel pink & sparkly
6. #2 Light blonde from Natural Instincts
7. Wildflowers on the side of the road
8. Soft worn jeans
9. Pink
10. Cathedral setting for my diamond
11. Moscato wine
12. Cafe con leche...my Cuban heritage is showing
13. Indian food...no explanation
14. Worn Oriental rugs
15. Green glass
16. Cubbyholes...hence the lovely cubby hole shelving in our kitchen
17. Our house
18. Porch swing weather
19. Books that pull me in and don't let go
20. New Orleans
21. Snow cones laced with sweetened condensed milk
22. Beach combing combined with picture taking
23. Art on my walls

This is, of course, not a comprehensive list. As I can't remember most things all at once. And I purposely didn't include people or pets in this list. This is just a list of stuff.

And it is so...

We know what we are and what we look like. Here is the lineup.

Me:

The Statue of Liberty and...

Ben Stiller

Nikki:

Baby Huey and...

Hagrid

Last, but not least, Bumble:

Charlie Brown

a little of the downes

EDIT: 01/07/09 I don't know how Bobert escaped. Him of all people. Maybe because he wasn't in my face when I did the post. But he deserves his comparison too. Here it is.

Bobert:

Foghorn Leghorn's girlfriend...Miss Prissy

Ben Bailey from Cash Cab

I had a Jeremy dream...

I don't have them often. Which makes me sad because somewhere deep inside I feel that if you have a dream of someone that has died, you are really getting a chance to visit again.

So, last night I had a dream of Jeremy. Bumble and Bear was also there. (It was so nice seeing the Bear Dog again. sigh.)





Here is what I remember. Bumble was sitting in a chair close to the couch that Jeremy and I were sitting on. Then all of a sudden Bear came around the corner and walked up to me and J on the couch. You know how he does. But he had a tooth sticking straight out of the side of his mouth, and he was oblivious to it. I said "What is this?" And Bumble reached out and grabbed the tooth out of his mouth. We all laughed.

Then, I felt the urge to hug Jeremy. I didn't have the dread that he was dying or going to die, that was not even a reality in the dream. I just had this huge urge to hug up on him. So I did. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. It felt so good. Something I needed, but in the dream didn't really understand why. It was really a good dream.

I'm glad I got to hug him again.

Me and my bag

click for a larger view

Oh yes. It is my new Tracy Joy bag. And it is a joy! Isn't it beautifuliness? I mean really. Let's talk bags. This baby holds camera, extra lens, a multitude of lipsticks, tweezers, coin purse, sunglasses, combs, various pharmaceutical (wow am I glad spell check kicked in for that one) items, knives (ala Jeremy...for my protection...don't even try it dude...I'm armed and not afraid to use it...some may say dangerous!), clippers, combs, cell phones, and other photo sundries. Oh yes. In comfort and style! Thanks, Tracy!!!

Our little bottles, my hat and a stalker

We are white. So, naturally we had to do the white thing and get the green, earth friendly, reusable, aluminum water bottle.

I wish I could say we took them to Fernandina Beach with us yesterday, but no. They were safe in the kitchen cabinet, and we were parched for the major part of the day.

OGGI


For all our grappling needs


Pink & Blue

Here is my new hat...just like the one Nikki got that I lusted over. w00t!!

Extremely fashionable!


dee ta dee

Happy hat

Now on to something more serious. Almost terrifying! While walking on the streets (not to be confused with street walking) of Fernandina Beach snapping pictures, I kept feeling like I was being watched. Then I saw him...

He kept watching me!


Hmmmm...you tell me.

Handsome as he was, it was still disturbing. Always sitting. Always watching.

I am Bare Feet

I know this is completely hokey, but if this blog isn't the place for hokeyness, then where will hokey go? Besides that, it said all sorts of nice things about me. Just read this. True. All true.

Darn it...I'm a good person.

You Are Bare Feet

You are a true free spirit, and you can't be tied down. Even wearing shoes can be a little too constraining for you at times! You are very comfortable in your own skin. You are one of the most real people around. You don't have anything to hide. Open and accepting, you are willing to discuss or entertain almost any topic. You are a very tolerant person. You are accepting and not judgmental. You should live: Somewhere warm You should work: At your own business, where you can set the rules

What Kind of Shoe Are You?

I am Unique

I am the one and only. They broke the mold. I am special. I am me. I am high on cough meds.

HowManyOfMe.com

There is 1 person with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Why I'm the way I am

I'm going out on a limb here with the self-analyzing thing, but I have a bit of the rebel in me.

I realize fully what I am. To put it in words of one of my most favorite movies of all time, The Birdcage,

Albert: Whatever I am, he made me! I was adorable once, young and full of hope. And now look at me! I'm this short, fat, insecure, middle-aged THING!
Armand: I made you short?

I am so Albert. Not saying it is a not a good thing. Only it is what it is.

So why am I, well, the way I am? To start with, I know I make a production out of things. And this the trait in particular that I am analyzing. Mainly because that is the part that even gets on my nerves. Do you think I LIKE dancing around like a fool in circles, explaining, planning, explaining, analyzing, explaining? The answer here would be no.

See that poor little man in the cartoon? I feel for him. That would be me. Why? Because if the chairs aren't perfect, then the rest is downhill. Someone won't see...someone else won't hear...then the whole meeting has gone to hell in a handbasket before it ever started.

And how did I get to this point. Surprisingly, I know. My job has made me anal. (My job: I made you anal?) I work in a life and death situation every minute of everyday at work. Even the most common, benign surgeries can go bad in a heartbeat. Literally.

My job? It is to make sure that all my ducks are in a row prior to getting the patient into the surgical suite. Not that that eliminates the possibility of things going down the tubes, but it certainly decreases the craziness that ensues if it does. My job demands that I make a production out of each and every case I do. I have to analyze and plan for any possibilities that may occur.

Being the way I am...call it anal or organized...could very well be the deciding factor in the outcome of someone's surgery. Not to be taken lightly. And that is probably why I live with a knot in my shoulders that drive massage therapists crazy.

So, in conclusion, I am the way I am out of necessity. Unfortunately, this trait has spilled over into my life outside of work. Realizing this, I will attempt to work on being more spontaneous in my everyday life at home. No promises.