When you see a billboard with a seductive lass on roller skates, lounging in a hip, swim suited pose, waiting for a refreshing(?) beverage to gush; you start wondering if you are in need of this. Or really, is she selling a swimsuit? I always need another one of those. I finally bought another one last year, and have high hopes that this one is going to last. Ok, so this Cockta, I was very curious about this fab soda that I had seen around town(s). We had arrived at a cafe in Split, and scanning the usual suspects I realized I was in need of something rare...beautiful...refreshing...energetic. My blues hovered around this mystical beverage. So mysterious, I cleared my throat of uncertainty and announced my new beverage adventure to the waiter. Aha! I bet you thought I was going to order beer, or coke, as I eyed him up, embarrassingly waiting for his surprise. Or dismay. I just wanted some flicker in his eye of pride, or happiness that someone was ordering a beverage from the neighboring country, and not some Coca-Cola, or Pepsi. I live in my head a bit much, and perhaps I am just used to people in the U.S. getting excited about a character wanting something different. Or possibly it is a very popular beverage and it is ordered every few minutes so this is not unusual, and I am really over analyzing this moment in my mind...affirmative. Once the drink came to the table, I clung on to the berry flavor, and lamented on how it reminded me of OK soda. My partner had no clue what I was talking about since I lived in a test market, and had the chance to experience things he wasn't privy to. Suicide, or all the flavors combined. I got a raised eyebrow on the former. Apparently, that's not a tempting picture. I shrugged him off, watching the ill described soda slowly trickle into his mouth. I was crossing my fingers that drinking it would induce a roller skating bonanza! which would be me on skates trying to make it happen on cobbled stones. Sad for me, hilarious for everyone else. Someday Cockta, someday.

Night time on the Danube

To say I had an amazing time on my trip is an understatement. Presently, I am not sure there is an adjective that could properly define my adventure. Although I will say one: frustrating. I wished so badly that I could communicate with all these brilliant people I came across. I was fortunate to be a anglophone in this instance, as many spoke it as their second language. Two, there was some self-damnation for having a camera that lacked a viewfinder. Santa already has my wish list for Xmas 2012.

I will kill you.

If there's no more posts, now you know.

Reptiles like to snuggle

It's known that birds can tell other birds based on sight, however, I was unaware that turtles have this capacity as well. Cosmo has grown quite found of "Archie", she does mating rituals with it, and oddly, curls up for a sleep as well. While I'm unsure of the sex of this "Archie", I know she's a fan of the childrens comics bearing the same name.

yeah, that's definitely more reasonable.

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I find myself in the same situation each year, making a list of the year past biggest offenders. Somehow, I allowed myself to continue this oddly destructive behavior. Would it be possible for me to instead elevate my present to positive change? Feeling more and more that all I have done is re-create the scenarios that have made me who I am - unfortunately I wallow in the negative, reminding myself consistently of my failures. How is that? I review my successes, mumbling under my breath how I finally(!) had woken up, and started moving forward to make progress. It has been a journey, indeed, but I am frustrated and generally baffled by this odd situation.

rainy day festivities

Not limited to painting with watercolors, and feasting on roasted butternut squash

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Lately feeling life wind down, all I can see is work with the occasional nap. Internet has been taxing my ability to remain patient. International excursions invade my daydreams, hope they become memories. Fingers drum lightly, the swaying melody isn't sure where it's headed...gathering my tentacles as if they were blackberries...

A couple tips for leading a satisfactory life.

1. Paint: Even if you suck like myself, it releases a great amount of tension, and I find it quite relaxing. It could even lead you to some startling realizations. Ones like, maybe I shouldn't listen to Ravi Shankar while painting.

2. Indulge in Dessert: I sort of do this more often than not. You probably noted this awhile back if you were reading past entries, and think I wear dentures. Here, I am partaking in a lemon bar. I use the excuse that I need my vitamin C.

3. Shoot photographs: I have been tinkering around with a Holga 120S, and I enjoy it. Granted, it does not afford me the ease of a digital due to not seeing each frame; but the lack of instant gratification strengthens my critical eye. Lord knows I don't want to pay fifteen dollars for 12 pictures of my feet.

4. Go to a museum that suits your fancy: I LOVE the Mesozoic era, and there's nothing I find more delight in than prehistoric reptiles. (except for number 2) The Natural History Museum can count on more of my business with this new Dinosaur hall.

5. Act completely ridiculous: I look just like a Joshua tree, don't I?

6. Make faces: Sort of a repeat, but really, does this ever get old? Especially when you do it at a fellow driver who's cussing at you. He most certainly isn't going to expect this.

Whoever thought that "build your own pinhole camera" was a great idea needs to be fed to zombies.

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happy labor day!

I know if you're a MCO, or work in broadcasting, you'll be reading this at work like I'll be doing.

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Possible Maurice replacement?

If you are one of the few that know me personally, or have just read a lot of my blog entries, then perhaps you remember that sweet lil' mooch that lived next door. He would use me for a warm napping area, and a meal, meow his thanks, then dash into the night. He left me feeling used, and a little manipulated, really. Maurice understood the agreement; he was the Part-time cat. He would come in for some meow mix, and in turn, I would get a warm sleeping kitty. It worked. Since then, we both moved away, and I have longed for that mildly symbiotic relationship.

Fast forward to last night: I'm walking into the court yard of my dwelling, and what do I hear? The haunting cries of hunger, and loneliness, that could only belong to a cat, or to someone that was mocking a cat. I frantically waved my arms at her to follow my footsteps. "C'mon, you're gonna wake up the whole building with that howl". She continued her defiant talk, as she sniffed at each door, hoping for a snack. Rolling my eyes, I coerced her to come with me, sweet talking her along the way. Little did she know, I was terribly unprepared. She came in, we snuggled, not before she ransacked my kitchen for a bite. I apologized profusely, and blamed my significant other for his inconsideration when he tossed out a can of cat food. She didn't care, and frankly was not paying the slightest bit of attention. Cosmo, who had commenced her daily annoyances, was now a point of interest.

After wrestling with the collar, I found out her name was Meko. It was very crucial that I discovered her real moniker before I graced her with my own. Especially since I found out that "Maurice" was indeed, a "Pucker". He later explained that after many attempts on his life, the renaming brought him much needed machismo. I would have felt just dreadful gifting him with a name like "pudding", or "skittles". There's a lot of guilt I don't have to concern myself with.

"Meeeeeeow'.

I guess Cosmo is only so entertaining. Meko, now situated at the door, was ready to roam. Apparently, she only enjoys the attainable; since chasing Cosmo and eating a hearty meal were out, so was she.

Another day at the office

Stinkbugs know how to do the twist.

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Currently reading...

Walking Dead

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Surprise, Surprise!

No, really!

I ACTUALLY did what I set out to do.

 Just promise me you won't go around thinking I'm all motivated and crap.

A life better lived

I can't really name it "resolutions", more of a to-do list.

Shocked? Of course you're not.

I have been finally partaking in some social activities without my heart exploding, and it has been rather blissful. Surging anxiety that usually has me down for the count, is now easily swatted away like a Jehovah's Witness.

Empowered? Yes.

It has empowered me to the point of making some positive, neat changes in my daily routine.

1. Visit the large body of salinated water at least once a week. I acknowledge that I have thrown out this promise before, but after today's romp; I'm feeling motivated. Despite the new skin tone on my back, I will spend some quality time.

2. Buy local, in season produce. My reasoning for this is due to one terrible tasting butternut squash. I procured one at Fresh and Easy a few months ago, sliced it, generously applied the sweet, salty cream bath, and sent the squash on it's way to deliciousness. In the long 45 minutes that followed, I dabbed my mouth, catching all the drool that was needed to digest that buttery, caramelized squash. When I finally was able to luxuriate in that first bite, the dream died. The melty, sweet, delectable texture that I have been craving was flat, tasteless, and dreadful. I tossed it, knowing not even those pigeons outside would touch it. Belch.

3. Ride the bike. Go to the Gym. Swim. Stop being a lazy Lucy and get off the couch fer cryin' out loud!

4. Become a stronger swimmer so I can enjoy the ocean more. I can dog paddle, and half-ass breast stroke. One time I was "swimming" a dolphin swam over and kicked me out of the ocean. Rude.

Next week this list could include eating chicken faces for dinner every Monday.

Skymall recognizes the other half.

Record shops in Denver ask politely.

Half assed Jurassic Park

Passing this park reinvigorates my desire to hoard amber drenched insects.

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