sticks. yes, we grow sticks. get over it.

28 04 2010

It’s colder than normal. So we had to bring the plumeria in. They’re very unique plants—succulents, generally pretty hardy, but not so good below 40 degrees Fahrenheit. They start off super green, but as they get bigger, they develop stretch marks… (sound familiar? Not that I would know. *I’m just askin’, you know, maybe in case you were familiar.) …that end up crusting over and becoming a kind of tree-bark, strengthening the base and making it so that these things can turn from luscious succulents, into actual STRONG trees. Nifty, eh? And what a metaphor if you want to go deep and all that jazz.

Now if only real stretch marks actually strengthened you. Not that I know personally of course.  See *note* above.

But I digress. Back to it:  Someone asked us once: “what are those things you’re growing, sticks?

Um, YEAH. No, they’re not terribly common, but still, who hasn’t heard of a Hawaiian lei? Right now they’re sticks. But they’ll have gorgeous green waxy leaves soon, and then sprout a whole host of 5 petal-ed lovelies.

So yes, we grow sticks. HAPPY little sticks. Residing in my kitchen overnight.

just a hop, skip and a jump away. (maybe a swim and a hydroplaning rental car thrown in too.)

26 04 2010

Ah… Belize. Ambergris Caye. Just got back.

I have a new found respect for my hip rotators, I miss my travelmates terribly already, plus I may or may not have accidentally molested a sea turtle.

But for now, just a little note about the trip home for your amusement. It was downright comical. Adventure! Let’s see….

  • Water taxi from the Caye to the mainland found me sitting in a full inch of water (it was very refreshing actually)….
  • Puddle jumper plane (Maya air), watched 3 take off, wondered if we’d ever get one, one of the passengers was in the front seat next to the pilot, the plane itself was perfectly pleasant but let’s not kid ourselves: it was a white cargo van with wings. Got to BZE airport on mainland, promptly bought a dry t-shirt.
  • First plane BZE to ATL was fine, upon arrival security in ATL decided what we brought as carry-on on that flight was no-good for the next flight. (Those hammocks are deadly, don’tcha know?) Checked the parcel, less than 10 mins later found out our flight was cancelled. (I swear the bag-check guy already knew! Might be why he was smirking.)
  • Waited around (had a lovely meal with faboo peeps that we may have to smuggle into our bags and kidnap to bring to our fine city) for the next plane, was originally #7 on standby, then migrated to number forty something. (??) Since there was about a snowball’s chance in hell we’d make it onto THAT plane, which was the last of the night (and also now delayed), we cut bait.
  • At 11p we rented a car one-way (my wallet is still in pain from that one– 6x normal car rental cost) and drove 4 hours home in the storms that dropped those tornados in MS/AL. We were white knuckled, but fine. The storms certainly kept us awake.
  • Five hour nap, returned the car the next morning, fetched our luggage from the airport, and finally got a fuzzy hug from Leeloo. A nap ensued shortly thereafter.

What a ride!

Next adventure: Scaling the mountain of laundry.


8 04 2010

A lovely lilly for Lilly.

The world is a little darker, but the love shines bright.


6 04 2010

I so want one of these.

Update May 2nd: damn damn damn. They cancelled it. *sigh*

high times on Michigan Ave

4 04 2010

As you very well may already be aware, the Sears Tower in Chicago has glass skyview things that hang OUT from the side of the building, 103 stories above the ground. 1353 feet high, to be exact.

Despite hubby’s apprehension of heights, we did it. We not only DID it, we did it yogi-style.

The bruise on my head is so totally worth it.

Me first! Me First!


Granted, not the most photogenic shot, but on this one I had no choice but to look down while doing this.

So how high IS that?

Specifically HERE:

wanted: food genius for reverse engineering

4 04 2010

Vanilla, schmilla. And dare I say it: Screw chocolate.

Ever had a lovely curry, and then the sublime bliss of the lightly sweetened, heavily milk-laden, tea that comes with it? Magnify that by a bazillion.

Coconut ice-cream, with the star ingredient of sweet Indian yellow curry powder.

Oh dearest folks at Vosges, my tastebuds will forever pine after thee.