Like a good colleague, I went to grab lunch with my coworkers today. (Ok, I really just needed a short of caffeine. Also I was promised cookies.)
After a particularly animated conversation, I dropped my arms to my sides. And experienced a searing shooting pain up my arm. I flailed and jumped â€“ immediately noticing an angry yellow jacket fleeing the scene of the crime.
Bastard stung me! Clearly I am a superhero. (Those buggers are known to be multi-sting stingers.) Only an itchy angry red dot remains of my wound. The wasp was swatted.
Do not try to pollenate me. Continue reading
Fear not. I didnâ€™t forget this week. But I was preoccupied with the furniture.
Iâ€™m doing this writer thing now. So I decided it was time for a new office setup. A nice cozy writers enclave to craft my well told stories (and throw winecones). Pottery Barn desk Iâ€™ve coveted for 10 years â€“ thou art mine!
Except, well, I didnâ€™t measure the dimensions correctly. So while I got everything all set up (and it TOTALLY looks adorable), it didnâ€™t really go together with the ease I had imagined, which then led to having to redo the husbandâ€™s section of the office. Continue reading
â€œAnd it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things,â€ Maurice Sendak once said. As adults, we have perhaps lost our imagination. (I guess thatâ€™s why we throw winecones.)
Maurice Sendek left this world yesterday. â€œHe sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are.â€ To the author of splendid nightmares: I do not believe there is a child out there who has not turned their mischief making into a fantasy world of fierce monsters â€“ in a land where we can all be the king of our wild things.
â€œAnd now, let the wild rumpus start!â€ Continue reading
I wrote it all down. And then I deleted it. Because sometimes you just need a fresh start. Or ice cream. Iâ€™ve been clicking refresh for hours now. I think Iâ€™ve reached the end of the interwebs.
<Gasp> The world is flat and itâ€™s 72 dpi. The game is up! Continue reading
I was perusing the Twitter to collect winecones, when I came across photo of a wild iris. (Accurately captioned that Wild Iris would be a great name for a band.)
My favorite flower is the iris. Always has been. Its vibrant contrast of purple/blue and yellow emanates happiness, and I like that it symbolizes good news and luck â€“ two items of which I am always in need. Of course, back in the day, the French monarchy decided the flowerâ€™s trademark three petals represented faith, valor and wisdom. And then branded criminals with the fleur-de-lis â€“ which is really neither good news nor lucky for the cattle-prodded party.
So really, it was like a royal winecone. This makes the iris even cooler. Continue reading
Itâ€™s Holy Week. Or, if you donâ€™t subscribe to that particular theme of afterlife happenings, itâ€™s just about time for CHOCOLATE BUNNIES!
Just about a decade ago (good grief did time go by quickly), my grandmother and I decided to tackle Lent together. We gave up chocolate. The night before Easter, I stayed up until midnight â€“ watching the seconds tick by until the moment I could maim my milk chocolate rabbit and devour his ears.
Iâ€™m looking forward to those ears. Thatâ€™s right â€“ Iâ€™m staring you down golden-foiled Seeâ€™s bunny. Continue reading
Iâ€™m traveling this week. Iâ€™m in Orlando â€“ home of Walt Disney World and Harry Potter Land. And. I. Will. Not. See. Either. (Work travel â€“ a whole winecone unto itself.)
Itâ€™s a work trip. So I have actual work to do here. I tried to convince a colleague to play hooky and experience the magic with me. He said no. I know â€“ I was just as shocked as you are. So with a whip of my wand to conjure mouse-eared winecones at my so-close yet so-far situation â€“ letâ€™s get to it. Continue reading
Happy Vernal Equinox! In the Northern Hemisphere winter officially ended at 3:14 a.m. PT yesterday. Spring is here yâ€™all!
Sunshine and the heat rebounding off the pavement. The smells of wisteria and jasmine floating overhead. Freshly cut grass and the sound of cleats on concrete. Oh yeah. Iâ€™ve got spring fever. Bad.
So of course itâ€™s raining in California. Dear Mother Nature, youâ€™re doing it wrong. Continue reading
Granted, Iâ€™m a few days early â€“ but it is Wednesday. And Patricia is the feminine form of Patrick (thatâ€™s what the T in TCStream is for; just go with it); St. Patrick, of course is the pagan patron saint of this weekendâ€™s holiday revelry.
Also, Iâ€™m Irish. KISS ME!
(Ok fine â€“ half Irish, that totally still counts.) Continue reading
This week, over at A Nervous Tic Motion…
You may have heard about this weekâ€™s controversy â€“ a certain political shock jock thought it would be a good idea to resort to grade school name-calling, presumably to bolster ratings. Continue reading