Monday, May 5, 2008

Viva Cinco De Mayo

Well its that time of year again. Kinda the Mexican Version of St Patrick's Day. Cinco de Mayo, the day everyone celebrates with mas cervezas, well, almost everybody.
I would like to take this time to thank Mexico for its many gifts to us, tacos, arroz con pollo, corona, but mostly I'd like to thank the country for my Esposo.

My beloved husband claims that he looks like he recently crossed the rio grande in this picture. I kinda like it regardless.
His mother's maiden name was Saldevar and when I look at the old family photos (none of which I have scanned into my computer yet, sorry), you can see the Mexican and Indian heritage. I always felt bad that mi bonito esposo's madre, never taught her children spanish.
At the time when she and Mr. G. married in the 1930's, in Texas, it was dangerous to marry a white man, a gringo. My mother-in-law had been betrothed to another, a mexican, approved of by her family. But, she climbed out her window and ran away with Mr. G. instead.

I am grateful for that. Very grateful.
So I shall raise my glass of imported mexican beer tonight at dinner with my husband and give thank for Mexican Imports!

Monday, April 28, 2008


My apologies all around for having been absent here in blog-land. I haven't even been hitting the site once a week . . .
No excuses really. I have been battling a weird restlessness that I have found very unsettling. Especially since it being kept company by a hermit-like attitude.
One big problem for this hermit, is the fact that I have no privacy at home. It has been invaded by carpenters, plumbers, and inspectors, (oh my!).

It will only get worse this next month, when they take away two of my walls and put up a thin layer of plastic between me and them. Sigh. Now I know the contractor, so that is comforting, but I am not use to sharing my space. Writing, my solace, has been sporadic at best because I am finding my concentration sucks.

I know it is only temporary, really I do, sigh.

So here I sit, at the public library. It's pleasant. Nice air conditioning, no phones, no distractions. But I can't have a nice hot cup of tea next to me. Ah well, here is hoping I can write a bit.

Bye for now . . .

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Mistress Mischief

Meez 3D avatar avatars games

As the title implies, this is another alter-ego.
Mistress Mischief to Mielikki's Mistress Mayhem.

These things are too much fun. The site is a blast
for those who haven't tried it and have some
free time on their hands.

Saturday, April 19, 2008


Here we are as of 4/18/08 . . .

The long awaited door.

Close up of the glass . . .

Door from the outside.

View from the road

New entry from the side.

I have all the pictures from beginning to the current ones on facebook, if you care to sneak a peak. Look for celticrose . . .

Anyhow, so far so good . . . it's hard to sleep when I am working the night of all the work being done, but it is worth it. It is all getting so exciting :)

Friday, April 18, 2008

Time in a Bottle

"If I could be put time in a bottle . . ."
Time is so elusive. No matter the number of good intentions to call or write friends and family, touch base in blog-land, or any number of other things, it still slips away from you, like water through your fingers.
I remember as a child, how time seemed to last a lifetime, extending endlessly before me. Swinging on a swing, climbing trees, or playing tag, hopscotch, jump-rope . . . there was always time.
When I was a teenager I use to think of all the things I wanted to do with my life, all the places I wanted to go . . . surely there would always be time to do any infinite number of things . . .
I remember being told that time would gain speed as I aged. Boy, were they right!
I am not an old woman, but as I have gotten older, I have become able to see more facets in time. Time can be both a blessing and a curse.
There is so much I still want to do, but I know find I must temper my desires with reality and practicality . . .
Life has a way of happening while we are making big plans . . . it is sneaky.
I wish I had spent more time playing games and make-believe with my daughter, time stole her away from me. Don't get me wrong, I love who she has become, I am proud of her. But I miss the small child she once was.

I have some time off from work just now, and although it feels like it took forever to get here, I know that it will be gone in the blink of an eye. So this is a nod in your direction, for those who care to read this. May your day be filled with some time, precious time with which you can spend anyway you like.

If we had all the time in the world, or at least more of it, what would we do?
Would life become boring or dull if our lifespan and average good health take easily to triple digits?
I wonder . . .