Monday, April 06, 2009

Talisman

This morning had me remembering a childhood habit of making the sign of the cross right before I left the house for school. It is a Catholic thing, I guess -- maybe more of a thing to keep your safety in mind as you move through the world.

I was trying to think of what I would do since I no longer believe in making the sign of the cross, not with the true conviction of a believer or the 10 year old child I once was so long ago. Don't get me wrong, I believe in a Higher Power. I just don't believe in a middle-person between me and my Source...

The reason for my dilemma was that I was leaving the sanctuary of my apartment for the first time since Friday night. I had spent a majority of the day and good part of the evening at my aunt's helping her with her new Cricut craft gadget I mentioned in a previous post. Work was not too far from the day either. I logged in the morning before I left and late afternoon to give my approvals for requests in the afternoon. No, it was not a full day off.

Any plans I had for the weekend I scrapped in lieu of getting more sleep, doing chores and achieving peace. It worked and was in danger of getting disrupted yesterday when I ran out of ingredients to make good food. I was saved by a quick order from a national pizza delivery chain. Thirty minutes later, I was enjoying my veggie pizza. My Chinese place doesn't deliver and I wasn't about to leave my apartment to break the peaceful spell.

So what did I use or do when I left the house today? Star Trek. Okay, not quite. I just used the words "shields up" before I walked out. Like in most anything in the world, the only thing that can protect you is you. Your luck is not improved by things like a rabbit's foot or by not stepping on a crack. In today's case other people's energies didn't bother me as it normally would after a long weekend without physical human contact. People who normally suck the life energy out of me to catch up on weekend happenings never materialized or stayed long. Only you can attract the universal forces that can keep you safe.

I am my talisman.
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Thursday, April 02, 2009

Days That Don't Begin with S

I am breaking my bedtime by posting. Naughty Sprinkles.

It was supposed to be my day off. Relax, sleep in late and spend time with Tawny. My co-conspirator at work, Bridget, was already scheduled to take Monday and Tuesday off to extend a long weekend with her son. He was sick last Friday and then she caught the bug. She was still sick yesterday and was asked to work from home today so she wouldn't spread her cooties before my boss left for his vacation tomorrow. I had no choice but to show up in case she couldn't work at all. Just as well, Tawny had to accompany her husband to his medical tests all day.

Sacrificing a scheduled day off to put back in my vacation bank is not necessarily worth not taking the time off. I need it; however, my sense of duty of doing what is right reared its stupid head yesterday and today! Looks like I may have to tell my aunt tomorrow that I may not be preparing our lunch with her and we may need to postpone our project until the evening. Bridget will text me tomorrow morning to let me know how much involvement may be required of me. At the very least, I will have my laptop with me and if need be, I would be 20 minutes away from work.

Sometimes I feel other people are taking huge blocks of time off but me. I have been taking one or two days here and there. Look, not asking for your sympathy -- this blog is also my mental therapy to dump what is on my mind...

My old chum Sam called me this evening to ask if I had visited our high school reunion site. The e-mail notice for our 20-year reunion had come weeks before but I had not formally checked it out. It is set to take place in Wyoming the weekend after I get back from Los Angeles in July. We'll see. Even though I was one of the most active students at school with clubs and events, there are only a handful of people I am interested in speaking with and catching up. I already have those people in my facebook and cell phone. Does that sound bad?

I lived in a place where mediocrity thrived and uniqueness and being exotic was "different". If Sam is anything to go by, not much has changed. Do others feel this way? I know my friends feel this way about where they grew up. Are we unique in our feelings? or just feel that way within our circle? Not many of my friends followed what was expected of them, other than being productive and loving citizens. They are also creative and innovative. The talent pool they represent barely swum thanks to life's interruptions like marriage and children. That's another post.

What I'm trying to say is that I am tired and I want days off or vacation days on days that don't begin with S.


[Yes, I am long-winded!

:::sticking my tongue out:::

to Angie and Tawny]
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Sunday, March 29, 2009

Ciao Sprinkles

It wasn't Chicago Italian, but it was still a good time with good eats. Sharon and I meandered around the Festa Italiana in Tampa today. The gods on Vesuvius were also generous by arranging the rain to move away by the time the festa was in full swing.

A hearty "salut" and a toast of our plastic flutes filled with a nice slice of fresh peach, chilled peach puree and sparkling prosecco for the famous Italian cocktail Bellini christened our day. We received quite a few queries along our trek around the park where we bought the colorful drinks.

The park swelled with guests as the hours wore on making standing in line for the different vendors and moving around a challenge. Sharon and I shared a dish sample from several vendors so we could get a good taste of more instead of filling up on fewer items. We ended the feast with cannolis from a local bakery known for good food and one more Bellini each. There were still a few hours left and we could have stayed for more of the entertainment, but we were full from food and the heat was pressing on us not to mention the humidity from the light storm in the morning.



We walked a couple blocks to the art center to see the building and Tawny, but Tawny was doing a beer and wine run for their evening event. Her husband Jeff was present making final arrangements for the event. A quick tour and some hanging around wound us down. We were both ready for a nap. I dropped Sharon off at work where I picked her up earlier for our meet-up.

The nap never materialized thanks to me fiddling online with e-mails and this blog. I spoke to my aunt and then later her daughter Angie in LA...It is 9:23pm and I am still wired from a second surge of energy. Sipping warm jasmine tea isn't helping me that much. I know I have to be in bed soon to continue my commitment to getting more sleep. It is a conscious effort each evening and I keep that effort as it has become paramount to my goal. I try to keep the lights low in the evening so that my body starts to produce melatonin to signal sleep. Are you laughing? It is funny. Honeys, if I don't approach this scientifically, I am not going to be as successful. At least, that's what I tell myself.
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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Footloose and Fancy Free

I cannot believe how fast last week flew by. It was my plan to update midweek. My workload in the office had other plans for me. I've been simply too preoccupied. No, not too busy to have fun. I am working my way to enjoying being footloose and fancy free...

You may recall my nonexistent sleep patterns or just plain lack of sleep. With Cabal no longer waking me up early, my sleep habits have dramatically improved. I am able to sleep six hours on any given night. I am working my way to 7-8 hours. My goal is to decrease cortisol levels (stress hormone) and increase natural production of human growth hormone to help with physical repair of the body from working out, etc. All in all it is to help me feel less stress and more happy. So far, so good.

Last weekend I spent with part of my Asian Mafia lunch bunch. Sharon was the designated driver for her visiting friend Michael, Kim and me. It started out with a couple of hours of sushi/sashimi/sake action followed by an unexpected stop at an Irish Bar where I had a nice cold Guinness. (Of course, the chickie did not know how to pour the thing. There IS a science to it. SIGH.) Why the stop? We were too early for the wine tasting party. Ha!

The wine tasting...Let's just say thank goddess there was food because we tasted almost two dozen wines. The hostess' home was full of people and our group was in a hurry for our next adventure of the evening. Those two combinations had us rushing through the blind taste test. There was no swishing, sniffing or ooh'ing/aah'ing. Either you liked it or you didn't. My peeps were in a corner while I brought each wine to pour and sip for immediate judgement. Your AGOL doesn't mess around when there is a schedule to follow.

We drove miles back for Korean Karaoke after our quick exit from the wine tasting. We moved to beer and cold sake. We had so much fun singing and carrying on. The poor manager downstairs had been ready to close up until we came in. It wasn't a long stay. Kim had to be dropped off home and Sharon wanted to stop at one more bar to see what it was like inside. Those deeds done, the three of us retired to Michael's suite where he had plenty of room for us crazy girls. Get yer minds outta the gutter! There were two double beds and one pull out sofa bed. It was arranged before the evening started.

I was dressed and ready to go before my suite mates in the morning. Less than 45 minutes after, we checked out and made our way for breakfast at a very casual family restaurant. Racy jokes and innuendos were traded in between bites of pancakes, eggs and sausage. The jokes continued when there was a young gal making balloon animals for kiddies in exchange for tips. I had a flower made, but she could barely get through it from laughing with us. The rest of that Sunday seemed blah in comparison. Of course, I didn't quite remember as I slept the day away later in the afternoon.

Fast forward to today. I spent it with my cousin's daughter Kristen after picking her up from her dance class. In my attempt to expand her horizon as a "cool auntie", we had lunch at Acropolis in Ybor which is the sister restaurant to the one by me. My little dolly surprised me by mentioning she liked squid so we had their Greek version of calamari. I also asked the waiter to get a small sampling of the lamb used for the gyro sandwiches so she could try it first. Kristen liked the lamb. After fighting over the "squigglies" (tentacles), we chowed down our gyro sandwiches. It was an enjoyable dining experience with a 10-year old.

The other cool thing we get to do together is some form of art. We about badgered Tawny to let us play with her Cricut machine which can custom cut pre-programmed shapes and letters like the one below. My aunt has one which I know I will have to show her how to operate later this week.

The word love was done in white vellum and the heart in regular red cardstock. The flash wasn't on the camera and it still amazingly produced an interesting picture.


After cutting shapes, I asked Tawny if she could get her beads out and show Kristen how to layout/design her own necklace and have her thread it herself. Twenty minutes later a new souvenir from our outing was hanging around Kristen's neck. How she loves creating art! The little minx is also realizing through conversations that I have boxes and bins of art supplies in my apartment so I guess I will have to let her play with my stuff during our next outing. I've got until early May.

At this very moment I feel that the world is my oyster. I have a clean slate. No attachments and no immediate worries. No, I am not getting a puppy anytime soon despite begging from an adorable 10-year old girl. Let's just see what I can find around the corner now that I have more freedom to plan and to truly play again.
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Thursday, March 19, 2009

AGOL is a Registered Geek...and Loving It!!

I know - I couldn't believe it either! A quick IM conversation on Monday with my cousin about visiting her in Los Angeles some time in the summer turned into a double-dipping trip. Not only will I be visiting my cousin in La-La Land, but I will be taking a train from LA to San Diego for several days of High Geekdom at Comicon International.




I have wanted to go the last couple of years especially when Angie shared pics of the event that has grown beyond expectations. My friend Dianne's movie critic husband says it has become the venue to go to more so than some other elite film festivals around the country. Yes, he is envious that I am going.

On a crazy thought...I might design a costume and have it made so I can walk around in it one day during the convention. I'm more a sci-fi babe than a fantasy babe, but perhaps I can combine both. I've been watching my favorite movie "Labyrinth" and David Bowie's Jareth character gives me some ideas. Anything is possible.
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Thursday, March 12, 2009

Aftermath: Minus One

FAIR WARNING: THIS IS AN ACCOUNT OF WHAT HAPPENED TO CABAL. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW, WAIT FOR THE NEXT POST.

My nerves are fried. How can I tell? I had just uploaded the picture to this post and had one sentence entered. My fingers hit something on the laptop keyboard and published what I had. All I could say in different tones and volume was 'goddammit' for at least a minute until I was able to save this post as a draft to take it offline again. Big Sigh...

You saw my post the other day on Cabal. It was that morning that I had to make a very difficult decision to sign consent for him to be put down. I miss Cabal incredibly, but his quality of life and age had to be considered in the decision made.

Cabal had been behaving oddly for about a week. He was skittish about going up a step or on a curb. I thought that at this age the arthritis was acting up. A couple days before he was reticent about eating his food. If you know my boy, you know he loves his food. It took a little bit of encouragement from me for him to start and finish his food. I didn't think there was anything really wrong with him because he still wanted to play and he ate his favorite treats. He had three kinds for different occasions of the day. Yes, he was spoiled, but he was my baby afterall - my beautiful good boy.

Right before I left for work I called out to him and he wouldn't come. He was on all fours laying down as if he was on strike. I grabbed his leash and called to him again and he came, walked in circles and collapsed. I dialed Tawny to come right away to help me take him to the vet or to the emergency teaching vet we've taken him before. Before long, we carried him in a purple table cloth, each of us holding a corner and gently laying him in my car. On the way I had called the facility to let them know we were coming and that we needed help to get him out of the car. In the midst of everything, I was communicating to my cousin Angie in Los Angeles.

When we arrived, I called the facility again to have the doctor come outside to take him. As I rounded my car to unlock the hatchback, I saw a lady with a four-month old Sheltie the exact coloring of my baby and what he looked like at the same age walking outside. It seemed cruel for me to see.

Once inside I filled out paperwork and sat next to Tawny. The lady brought her doggie in and said she knew how difficult it was blahblahblah as she held her healthy puppy. I wanted to slap her and tell her to shut the hell up. I don't like strangers' words when I am in a crisis. I need familiar people to comfort me.

A nurse took us into a room where the doctor met us and gave us the bad news that there was bleeding in Cabal's stomach presumably for a tumor in liver, spleen, etc. A vial containing the bleeding was held up as evidence. He was anemic which caused him to collapse from weakness. She tried to give me hope and options, but I knew I could not put him through testing, overnight stays in strange places, a risky operation at his age and recovery. In the middle of her delivering the news, I was already dialing my cousin Gary's number, Cabal's original owner until a little over five years ago when I offered a home for him to live when he could no longer have him. More calls with Angie, then with my aunt who picked up Gary and took him to the facility.

It was almost an hour and a half by the time they got there. While we waited, I asked to have time with Cabal. They brought him in the room and I held him, kissed him and cried on him. Tawny was there with me crying and stroking his fur. He was on his side, resigned and weak. He tried to get up a couple of times, but we gently pushed him back down. I thanked him and told him over and over how much I loved him. My love was a litany in his ear.

I felt a betrayal when he perked up when my aunt came in. Little tease. He always had a special relationship with her. Gary was upset and spent time talking to him, too. About 10 minutes later, Cabal had calmed back down again. I knew it was time. A waving motion of my hand alerted Tawny to call and let them know we were all ready. I was hysterical when I signed the consent forms. Two spaces for a signature that was difficult to produce. My cousin Gary was stern in reminding me what was best so I could finish it.

The doctor came in soon after and asked who had been through one of these before and Gary raised his hand. [I never wanted to be there when it happened, but Gary said that I shouldn't upset Cabal by leaving.] She began to explain to me how the mechanics of euthanizing worked when I stopped her impatiently with a dismissal of how I didn't need the explanation, but to just do it quickly. I should have asked how long it took to stop his heart. I didn't know it was immediately. My hands were still holding his beautiful face, his eyes almost closed but looking somewhere ahead when I asked if he was gone and they said yes. I was so shocked I almost dropped his head. Holy hell. It was then I asked them to take him away and I couldn't see him that way. My cousin Gary said in a cold voice that I needed to leave so they could take him away. I got up from the floor and was led outside by Tawny in the beautiful spring air and blue skies while my heart was breaking a thousand pieces.

Grief or no grief, the facility was also a business. I was reminded when they called my name to settle up the cost of everything. I handed my credit card to the desk clerk who tried to comfort me. I was spent and tired. My aunt and cousin said their goodbyes to me and Tawny. I thanked my cousin for being there and for letting me keep Cabal the last years of his life.

Hidden behind my sunglasses were eyes devoid of any carefully applied make-up, puffy lids were trying to shield the cold reality of my loss. I kept them on the rest of the day. I drove Tawny and me to a low key restaurant where we ate lunch and drank lots of soda for the caffeine, anything to give energy. An hour later, we came back to my apartment. I handed her two trashbags to sanitize it of Cabal's belongings which she did swiftly. I didn't want them inside waiting for an owner who would never return home.

Tawny was dropped off just the other side of my apartment complex before I drove myself to work. My boss was aghast when I called him to tell him I was on my way and he let me know that my presentation the next day could be post-poned. I said no. By God, if my Pretty Boy Dog could try to get up even as they were injecting the drug to take his life and relieve him of the pain he never complained of, I could go back to work and prepare my presentation. It was difficult and I didn't explain the sunglasses to people who did not know.

Coming home later that night to a quiet home was unnerving. I stalled getting home by buying a small cash register for the art center and taking it downtown to Tawny. This woman was a rock that day. I am immeasurably thankful for her support and love as one of the best friends anyone could ever have.

Waking up on Wednesday was tricky, too. I was weepy, but soldiered on for my presentation to our national department. My intention was to impress and set the tone for future presentations by the other eight waiting to give theirs in the coming weeks. That's why I volunteered to be first. When you volunteer, you'd better show up. I did it for my dog. After the presentation, my energy wore off as the day wore off.

Today I worked from home. I couldn't stop weeping or get myself up out of bed. The depression had settled in. This post was more for me to get things out. As gregarious and open as I can be, I am more private when it comes to personal pain...Let me tell you that I am one of the luckiest people in the world -- I have received kind words from so many of people. My dog was a rock star! I thank you all for your support; it humbles me.

Below is a pic of the front and inside of a card signed by Bridget (& her son) and my boss. Isn't it beautiful? It fits Cabal. I know he's in a better place without pain enjoying playtime with other doggies. Even in his last hour, he didn't show his age. He still had that puppy-like expression, much like the new puppy we saw the other day.



Love,
Sarah xxoo
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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Cabal 1996-2009



CABAL
Beloved Friend and Protector
1996-2009


Thank you for your unconditional love and friendship.
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Saturday, March 07, 2009

Grand Opening

The art center had its grand opening this weekend. The feeling of pride I have for Tawny and Jeff is immense. To see their dream come to fruition is bliss.

The painting below was from the announcement cards and not the original hanging on the wall. Reuben Garcia is one of the two artist being showcased. He sold a different painting on Saturday.



Here are the front and back of the announcement cards that were passed out around the surrounding area and displayed at the center for Saturday, the Big Night.



Jeff stripped the paint off the front door using a circular saw, added some simple doodle art and sealed it to protect from rust. I love how it is both industrial and whimsical.



There was a band on Friday night in the theater portion and a cellist in the gallery on Saturday.



So Friday...This AGOL left work a little early to get ready and make it to the opening. I volunteered to play bartender when the other person was too sick to make it downtown. All the drinks were complimentary because the art center doesn't have a license to sell wine or beer. It was a slow night. Most people were waiting for Saturday. I had fun and made enough in tips to cover my parking garage fees. I ended the evening with a late burger nosh with Tawny, Jeff and their youngest son.

And then Saturday...Today was pure nuts. Mr. Pretty Boy Dog did not - repeat - did NOT allow his mother to sleep in. We all know it is all about him. Typical Male... I was still tired when I drove myself to the nearest donut shop for their delicious coffee and a surprise box of donuts for Jeff and Tawny. I was off an hour on their morning schedule that I ended up waking them up an hour earlier than they had intended. Whoops. They still loved the donuts that a sleepy-eyed Tawny took from me when I drove up to the curb and called.

The coffee kicked in quickly. This is my boss' joke: He says that instead of having Restless Leg Syndrome from having too much candy, he gets Restless Body Syndrome from too much coffee. Guess who had Restless Body Syndrome? A visit to the nail salon and other shopping errands used up the extra zip.

Before I could make my way for the grand opening, I had to drive over 30 miles for a final memorial gathering for Dan that his partner Bruce was hosting. For once I didn't bring food, but the plates, utensils and napkins. I chose yellow plates and napkins to contribute cheeriness to our potluck. As I prepared to make my exit before the memorial DVD, an issue with the DVD arose and I helped to make it work. I had no choice but to stay then and watch along with the dozen or so people in attendance or risk disrespecting the gathering.

You would have thought it was rush hour with the parking lot the highway turned out to be on the way to the art center. Jeff called to ask when I was coming to play bartender again. The center was busy and he needed to be available to talk to guests. I chose to valet park my car instead of losing an extra 15-20 minutes. The valet area was just a several yards from the center.

The complimentary wine, beer and soft drinks were flowing. Several had recommended I put a tip jar in place which made me uncomfortable. It didn't stop people from tipping me and insisting I take the money when I declined. All in all it was fun. I don't have issues with talking in front of people or reaching out to strangers and offering a hello and a smile. Met dozens of new people and also had the opportunity to see familiar faces, too.

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The shot below was altered to highlight the exit sign and art. When the theater side is completely painted black instead of half the walls that were shadowed in the original photo, I will share as soon as I can...

What I really wanted to say with the shot below which I entitled, Exit to Art is that most of the adult population walks around with their consciousness in the dark both voluntarily and involuntarily. Wouldn't it be great if those adults were able to escape into some creative release? The cloak of seriousness thanks to the dismal economy is an undesired burden that needs to be shed.



There is nothing more fun for me than being deep in art or any creative pursuit and sharing that joy with others.
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Wednesday, March 04, 2009

AGOL Coffers Robbed

So imagine my surprise when I checked my bank account online at 6:10am and it said zero. A quick scan revealed that around a dozen transactions were completed with 8 more pending from APL-iTunes. I don’t have an iPod and I doubt I would be charging a few hundred dollars at a time in one day. The latter transactions pending are in $1 increments. My rent check cleared but only because the bank assessed me a $30 courtesy fee to cover it. Sigh.

I didn’t get mad. I didn’t panic. More annoyed than anything. There was an AGOL rush to get showered and ready to be at the bank’s doors at 8am when they opened. An hour later, I was temporarily mollified. The monies would be deposited back in soon (including the courtesy fee), but I had to pay $20 to get a new debit card overnighted. Luckily, I have enough money to buy lunch today at work. A little breakfast would have been okay, too, but Bridget brought me a strawberry muffin her mom had made and Korean Kim gave me some crackers she was sharing anyway. There was coffee from the breakroom...

All is good. I am feeling okay and lucky about the whole thing.
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Saturday, February 28, 2009

Arts in Angles

Crazy ready. I was already prepared to leave when Kimmee arrived minutes after Tawny at my apartment around 9am. There must have been an astrological alignment that caused such a rarity of meeting, more importantly: Sprinkles was not only being on time but crazy ready!

I drove us to Ybor City where Tawny gained us access to the garage parking of her new art center: Arts on Ninth. She and I were just there for the soft opening last evening. The grand opening is next weekend which will have some media coverage, a band playing live and lovely beings who share the love of art.

We made our way to La Creperia for some much needed breakfast and cups-after-cups of jolting java. The waitress now smiles more as she recognizes me from my recent visits. I finally made my introductions to her so I could call her by her name for future visits.

There was a Fiesta of sorts in Ybor where food and product vendors were setting up their wares for another event. I swear it has been nonstop since the weekend before the Super Bowl was here. Several snaps were taken on the way back...

Please forgive me but after searching 15 minutes to get the name of the shop that housed the following two pics, I gave up at trying to find it. Recognize them? They are like that old Brit show Spitting Image where the puppets were also in Genesis' "Land of Confusion" video.

Meet Sir Paul..


And Robert DeNiro with The Godfather in the background.


From my vantage point at the crepe place, this guy had made several passes back and forth. I was pleased to be able to capture him as we walked back. I totally dig the bubbles he was blowing as he walked by us.



I love trolleys especially the ones in New Orleans. Settling for this now.


The tiles were begging to be pictured. These are found in front of the movie kiosk in Centro Ybor.


Inside Arts on Ninth: Two artists who happen to be roommates living in the same house as Tawny's eldest son agreed to showcase their work as the first artists at the center's debut. Damon has shown all over the world while Reuben was awed at his work hanging in public for the first time. They are quite impressive and genuinely nice guys.



The building's owner is letting the art center borrow these breathtaking chairs from the 1920s. They were recently steam cleaned to bring out the fabric's splendor. For now, they are displayed in the middle of the Skylight Gallery. It is called that because of multiple skylights above the two-story ceiling.



The gilding on the scallop design is beautiful and has held its age incredibly well.


Drove Kimmee back to my place and left Tawny with her hubby who was busy preparing his area for the grand opening. Hours later Tawny came to pick me up so I could spend more time at the art center. We ended up in their studio room to make beaded necklaces. Tawny asked me to design a necklace for her mother-in-law using certain silver tube beads as focal points which she later strung and finished. We drove around a crowded Ybor to see the different kinds of character of people milling about before making our way back home.

My mind was filled with how I would stretch out my Filipino cooking series at the art center. Tawny and the other partner John had railroaded me last night at how I could start my cooking classes. Egads! I am still trying to figure out how much I can produce in sellable art for the shop.

In other AGOL news, I ended a casual relationship with someone after a year. He seemed to take it well enough. His voice during a call on his way home suddenly didn't affect me like it normally had and that's when I knew. Several days later, I discussed it with him. Perhaps the re-feng shui'ing my home feng shui'd him out the door? Ha! Also, a decision about my blog: a complete redesign is coming. I've already sent color and element ideas to Tawny's daughter who designed it originally. She has college finals at the moment so I will have borrow patience until she completes those. We have plenty to look forward to, don't we?
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Mardi Gras

Laissez les bon temps rouler!
Let the good times roll!

I, Sarah Sprinkles, only need the slightest glimmer of an excuse for any kind of party. This time it was for New Orleans' Mardi Gras. My Asian Mafia had a special lunch. I brought the main dish of Gumbo over rice. Bridget was able to find a local bakery offering King Cake pastry which was crucial to an authentic Mardi Gras celebration. We also had fruit, veggies and chicken wings...

Work has been very demanding especially now that my boss is emerging as the golden boy within our new group which means that his employees have to keep up the good work and surpass each success more success. The pressure is on all time.

In a recent post, I mentioned losing someone in the office. We lost an amazing human being named Dan who also happened to be Korean Kim's boss. The last time he went out to have a good time with friends, I was there. One of the last times I saw him, he was walking around in a bit of pain but still carried around his signature smile and humor. He had survived leukemia and now was attacked by numerous tumors in his spine. There was no way he would survive the surgery or surgeries to remove them. Around twelve weeks later, he was gone at having just turned 50 years old.

This well-loved man saw me in a few compromising scenes at work during my naughty joking moments with the Asian Mafia. He would not let me forget each one and would break us into laughter every time. Actually seeing his handsome smiling face in an elegant black and white picture, dressed for his daughter's wedding, displayed at his memorial service undid any resolve I had to maintain composure. I could only imagine what his life partner Bruce was going through. He will surely be missed by many.

With all this heavy stuff, I couldn't stand it any longer. We needed a small break and here came Mardi Gras (Fat Tuesday)...

A bit of Mardi Gras tradition: King Cake!


This was a Sunday afternoon cooking effort crammed into a weekday night timeframe right after shopping for the ingredients. Don't believe me? Here's Paula Deen's recipe link for Gumbo.

AGOL's homemade Gumbo reheated in crock pot which made anyone near the conference room where this was set-up hungry and curious as to where the aroma was originating. You have to watch out for sneaky Filipinos, you know.


Korean Kim was the lucky recipient of the plastic baby embedded in the cake symbolizing luck in the new year. It's a good sign when she is trying to sell her home to move into something newer and smaller.



Check out the beads I gave out to the girls around Kim's neck. I also made flowers out of metallic goldtone pipe cleaners to embellish and fulfill the Green/Purple/Yellow Mardi Gras colors. The girls thought I was insane. Maybe a little. They came away from the lunch with a memento they can hang in their cubicle.
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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Nesting in the Gold Palace

You know when you've gone to the hardware store enough times: the cashier recognizes you, remembers what you bought the last time and the special angel pin you wore. It was my third trip in two weeks. Well, I promised you pics and I am almost loathed to post them since they are not the best or when I have everything in place. Here they go anyway before I receive more not-so-subtle hints via text messages...

It started out with these colors: Ocean Whisper, Hayloft and Du Jour (White).



My how everything 'pops' out from the walls. I love this aqua color. It reminds me of the water off of Mexico when the water goes from sand to where it is just yards away from a darker teal and navy blue. Ignore the sofa, it is not in full AGOL glory in this shot with the slipcovers off and the mountains of pillows in disarray. I took this right after I put everything back on the walls. This color is even better during daylight especially when you see it wrapped around by the front door, most of the living room and all to way to the bathroom.



The first brush of this dark mango/saffron color was startling. I cut the color in the walls and had no choice but to color the rest in and now I can enjoy a golden glow day and night. The warmth makes me feel cocooned. It doesn't show well but the mermaid picture by Howard Pyle has teal colors that match the walls so visually it carries through from the outside.



I attempted to buy the items that would allow me to do the fabric treatment in my bedroom. Apparently, I am shopping in the wrong stores, because I can't find whatever it is. I am one of those "when I see it, I will know it" kind of person. The quest continues.

You can barely see this in the above photo (bottom right), but this is my whimsical idea to have the fish 'swimming' towards my bedroom. The big fish was a gift from my aunt and uncle while the small fish was a memento I picked from Mexico years ago.



I decided to take the Hayloft color to the wall opposite my living room and also to the counter/pass through in the kitchen. (I'll post a pic of that counter later.) From the sofa, all that gold looked too overwhelming. I decided a bit of stencilling would relieve it a little. No, I didn't take it all the way to the baseboards or all the way across the band to the right. It doesn't need it when this bit just anchors and frames the dining room nicely. The stencil started out with a medium purple in the middle of the leaves followed by black for the rest. A recent purchase of a pink gold rub on color was brushed randomly to lessen the starkness against the gold.



An AGOL doesn't forget about details in her nesting delirium. This morning I redressed three pillar candles. Out are the sage, white and decorative sequin/seed bead fringe; in with the ombre aqua, grosgrain gold and bold seed bead/stone fringe. The colors compliment the new walls. Did I mention I repainted the dining room with white and how painful it was? I forgot that you can buy a pink tint additive that dries white so you can actually see where the hell you are painting. The temptation to buy another bold color halfway through just to avoid painting white over white almost won.



There are two more major painting projects yet for your AGOL. One is a piece of furniture that will end up a deep cinnabar red with a crackle finish to reveal the undertone of black and then there is the wall in the bigger bedroom aka Sin Room (home art studio) that will rock this color. Oh yes, she is mighty sexy. Purrr..


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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Happy AGOL Day!

Happy Valentine's Day, my little loves!

I meant to blog midweek, but received some sad news about a friend at work which took the wind from my sails. More on that on another post. I will also have pics of my repainting of my humble little space. After I hired a company to clean all the carpet, they lifted the built up dirt resulting in the apartment's energy being uplifted as well. The disarray of having tabletop decorations and extra furniture staged outside the patio left me with no other choice than to paint while it was still not put together. That was last Saturday morning. By late afternoon, I had two gallons of paint to start my "painting without fear" project. It is called that because I chose very bright colors -- you'll see.

You know today is my day. Yesterday the Asian Mafia shared a decadent homemade lunch at work. A pot of chocolate fondue with a medley of dipping items topped it off. We were painfully full. Ha! Also, amid the chaos both at home and at work, I still found time to bake and frost four dozen cupcakes and put together little candy treat bags filled with chocolates and X's & O's pink sprinkles for dozens of people I know at work. Bridget had to help me bring all the Valentine Madness inside.

Spreading love is serious business, but worth the happy smiles I get back. I always think that maybe one of those receiving the candies may not have a special Valentine or have another opportunity to receive a Valentine treat. For one moment they can say that someone did think of them and they had proof in their hands.

Here are several of the cupcakes I made...My piggish boss ate three!



Everything with Love,
Sarah Sprinkles...your Asian Goddess of Love
xxxooo
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Monday, February 02, 2009

KEES KEES KEES

LOVE LOVE LOVIN' THIS NEW AT&T COMMERCIAL:



I can't help it. My favorite cartoons are old school. I adore Pepe Le Pew and his antics with Penelope.
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Saturday, January 31, 2009

G.O. (Girls Only) Day

I was nervous. Suspend your disbelief. How can your AGOL be nervous with a simple thing that was all her idea? Sprinkles was having a playdate with her cousin's (almost) 10-year old daughter Kristen...

It took a little planning and googling to make sure I was ready to pick up Kristen at her dance class and at the correct address. A quick phone call to her mother while driving in the parking lot assured me of the little details as to which building in the cluster of buildings she was taking her class. After parking and walking inside, I felt weird. Weird because I didn't know what to expect and the fact that I wasn't a mom coming to pick up her own kid. Could the other moms tell? Probably not. They were probably wondering who was the overdressed chick with supershine lipgloss. Eh.

Thirty minutes later, this beautiful baby gazelle and I were on the way to Ybor City for a decadent lunch at La Creperia. The restaurant was busy from the extra Super Bowl visitors around town, but we managed to get a table. The waitress recognized me from my last visit. Kristen and I shared a savory breakfast crepe as well as a sweet one. In between bites, I gave her a lesson on how to properly set a table. She demonstrated back the lesson very well.

Our bellies full, we toddled a couple of blocks through the burgeoning throng of people gathering on Super Bowl Eve. I couldn't believe how many Steelers fans there were milling the street! Tawny opened the doors to the art building for us and in minutes we were creating with plastic clay. We listened to Tawny give us the lesson and guide us through the process. Kristen and I listened like greedy children being given rare candy.

Kristen's plaques: Nature & A Mermaid. Didn't she do a great job?! She is awesome.


AGOL's plaques: Love & Miracles


While we waited for all the paint and metallic rubs to dry, we three took a short jaunt to Gameworks where we played arcade games and won enough tickets to redeem for prizes. I made sure Kristen picked a toy for her younger brother and another to share with him. She conned me into taking us to Marble Slab Creamery down the way for ice cream. The little ghoul ordered Chocolate Swiss topped with gummi bears. Ewwwww.

While we three enjoyed our cool treats, I called Kristen's mom to give her a status report and let her know we would be home around an hour. We went back to the art building, gathered our new pieces of art and made our way through the Latin Quarter to garage where the spaces that were vacant before our lunch was now packed like sardines. Tampa was definitely enjoying hosting this great sporting event.

SuperBowl Eve in Ybor City's "Centro Ybor". Steeler's fans were everywhere! It was barely 6pm.


The drive home was a discussion on future art days together and the favorites of the day. Kristen's favorite was making the plaques. For me, it was the whole day of seeing her enjoy more of the world.
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Saturday, January 24, 2009

Reunion at Disney

Why did I ever agree to get my hair done at 9am? The salon was on the other side of town about 25 miles. I was miraculously 10 minutes early for Tania (tah-neeyah) who was surprised to see me. I have a lot of hair to darken which takes time. The warm red I have enjoyed was starting to annoy me and the cover-up of the old blonde hair at the bottom third was looking tired. It was time for a change to darken my tresses. I also felt that I needed to be taken more seriously. There is something about darker hair that exudes a perception of a higher IQ. (Don't argue with me - you know your AGOL is correct.)

My new hair color looks like a dark wine (almost black) indoors, but when the sun hits it I feel like a Japanese anime character. The sun illuminates the color into a brilliant wine. Dig it! It is a perfect foil for my geisha white skin - not to mention to goes well with my new wine lipgloss. Helloooooooooooooooooo Shallowville! After the hair came the trip to the nail salon. More Shallowville.

Truth be told, I could have waited for both appointments but I was meeting my old friend Trish from San Francisco in Orlando where she and her boyfriend were staying at a Disney resort to spend time with his family for a few days. It has been about 12 years since I have seen Trish in person and I wanted to put my best foot forward. She did the same thing the past few days, too.

The bad part was that their flight came in at 7:35pm at Orlando International. By the time they settle in it would be about 9pm. She made dinner reservations at 9:30pm. I tried to prepare for the lateness in things by taking an hour nap in the afternoon to make my drive easier. You may recall I suffer from night blindness which increases when I am tired.

Did I tell you I also had to drive to the other side of Tampa for a Korean dinner at Kim's for 5:30pm? I made it on time and ate some homemade delicacies including seasoned sesame leaves which was a pleasant surprise. My excuses were made to the dinner party a little after 7pm. I still had to stop at the store to get Trisha some much needed underwear her boyfriend forgot to pack. She called me while I was at the salon earlier in the day for the favor. I also bought a 4-pack of Starbuck's doubleshot espresso and drank one on the way to Orlando. Damn my car really zooms at 80mph or was that the caffeine?

Trish's boyfriend met me in the lobby and led us back to their room where a teary-eyed Trish greeted me. It would seem that time stopped on our faces since the last time we saw each other. Funny how our faces haven't really aged. The moment was surreal.

We honored our dinner reservations with a decadent meal. My Korean feast was still settling in my stomach so I had a small appetizer to go with the extra large margarita I was drinking. We had planned on me staying over, but it didn't work out. Several texts to Tawny back and forth had her worried about my late drive home. I was thankful she took my doggie out twice and asked her to leave my key under the mat. My drive home began after midnight and got home safely thanks to a long conversation on the way home with Angie in LA and another can of doubleshot espresso.

I have mixed feelings about my reunion with Trish. While our faces have not aged, our personalities have and trying to reconnect in a matter of a few hours was not enough to re-establish things. Still we made do and she very much wants me to visit her in San Francisco. We'll see. I was safely home at 2am.

Coffee injections should be invented, legalized and sold commercially. Just saying.
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Friday, January 23, 2009

Hmmm...Crepes

Gal pal Tawny met me by my car this morning so we could start our second day of adventure at my hairdresser's. She was redeeming the gift card I gave her for Christmas to get a fresh cut for future job interviews. Her new do is quite cute and sassy I must say! While I was waiting, I selected a new color to replace the bright auburn I have been sporting since September 2007. My appointment was set for 9am the next morning.

We arrived at the art building in downtown Ybor (Tampa's Latin Quarter) near noon. We checked in with the other building principal and told her we would be back after lunch. The news was met with an unpleasant sniff. Methinks she may be a little put off by my presence since I have been commandeering Tawny's attention. I don't really care. I took two days off to help Tawny unpack and rearrange her work room. This additional help was needed more now that her husband hurt his back and has been on bed rest and painkillers. Soon we made our way for a proper breakfast/lunch (brunch!), but there was one stop at a retro/vintage shop filled with 1980's clothing. I can't believe my teens are now labeled "retro". Good God.

Our rumbling tummies were satiated at La Creperia Cafe where dozens of sweet and savory mouthwatering crepe selections were awaiting us. We both selected savory breakfast crepes made with whole wheat. Our coffees were paired with one sweet sweet crepe we shared. All this feasting lasted us throughout the afternoon and early evening.



Another sniff of disdain greeted us when we got back. I quickly changed into some "work clothes" that I wouldn't mind getting dusty and dirty. At some point Tawny and I were helping with this lady's stuff which pissed off Tawny's husband when he found out since I was there to help Tawny not her. We figured we'd hurry, do a couple of hours of work and just get it done so we wouldn't have to listen to her moan about it further. Eventually we accomplished the goal of getting things unpacked, off the floor and cleared off the tables so Tawny and Jeff could start making art in their room right away. The room now is airier and ready for some creativity.

After I dropped off Tawny from another fun-filled adventure, I settled in for the evening and reheated my leftover crepe which was still yummy. I discovered that my central air was not working at all: no heat or cold air blew from the vents as in no fan coming on. Grrr. The complex was lucky I didn't call them that late. Cooler temps were still dancing about our city and the needed repair was not high on my list. Mind you they just replaced the thermostat before Thanksgiving I think. Well, that will be another lovely call for service. At least I feel like I am getting my money's worth on my rent.
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Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Heat is On

The heat is finally turned on in the Sprinkles household. I was loathed to turn the dial to heat because the initial smell of dust (and critters?) burning being piped was enough to make me gag. I opened the sliding glass doors to heat the outdoors in my effort to rid the smell out. That was last night.

Walking the dog early this morning reaffirmed my plan to buy a parka. There was a freeze warning. I saw a layer of frost in the rows of cars parked at home. It would be overkill on the parka, but I would be comfy. (No, I am not actually buying one to use less than handful of times a year.) Ugh. I've lived in Wyoming and Chicago; maybe I just need to quit being a sissy about the cold and just zip up a warm coat...

Today was one of the two days off I elected to take so I could spend time with Tawny downtown helping her clean their art space. The building they are leasing (with two other principals) is being prepared for rent and shows. They expect to rent for events like parties, art showings and small concerts. There will also be Saturday art classes for kids that I will probably participate in. A small art supply store is planned. A small recording studio and a photography studio are planned within, too. How can this much creativity thrive in one place? We're about to find out. Tawny will blog about it soon, I'm sure.

While we were at lunch, I felt like I was skipping school because I was away from work during a weekday. Odd feeling. It didn't feature prominently the rest of the day because despite the dust and hard work, we were having fun. Being surrounded by tubes of paints, jars upon jars of glazes for clay, molds to fill with clay slip, clay and glass kilns is a big energy boost.

Now to find the electric blanket...Thirty-eight degrees is the forecast overnight. Talk about chillin' in Tampa!
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Barack the Rock

I am still reeling about our new rockstar prez. Isn't he dreamy? The strength and renewed patriotic optimism he radiates warms my whole being. Below is a pic of two sugar cookies Bridget bought from her local bakery and shared with our boss and me during our conference call with our national team. They were about four inches in diameter and all edible. I think the image was printed with food grade ink on rice paper - he was tasty. It is not everyday you get to say you licked your prez' face.



Try the new cookie flavor: Barack the Rock!
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Mr. President Barack Obama's Inaugural Speech

Here's the link from yahoo.com.

Text of President Barack Obama's inaugural address on Tuesday, as delivered.

OBAMA: My fellow citizens:

I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because we the people have remained faithful to the ideals of our forebears, and true to our founding documents.

So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land — a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.

Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America — they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.

On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of shortcuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted — for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things — some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.

For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.

For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sanh.

Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions — that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act — not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. All this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions — who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them — that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works — whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified.

Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. Those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account — to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day — because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control — and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our gross domestic product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart — not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our founding fathers ... our found fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations.

Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all the other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort — even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus — and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West — know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to the suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment — a moment that will define a generation — it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends — hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism — these things are old. These things are true.

They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility — a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.

This is the source of our confidence — the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.

This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed — why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent Mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing.
The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:

"Let it be told to the future world ... that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet (it)."

America, in the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Thank you. God bless you. And God bless the United States of America.


I say, Hail to the Chief because 'yes, we can'.
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Monday, January 19, 2009

Power of Suggestion

A very late night...not quite uninspired...a spark of creativity thanks to stencils and bottles of outdoor/indoor enamel paint...and a black box. Oh, yes -- there was some cursing, big bold colorful cursing. I forgot this stuff dries permanently hence enamel. I made some booboos thanks to me getting paint all over my fingers from holding several different brushes in one hand at the same time. What can I say? A VP asked me to decorate her new 'suggestion box'.



Let it not be said that I do not do what my executives ask. I am the one they call for very important stuff like decorate a boring black metal suggestion box. Hey, I am a team player. These finance folks need a bit of fun while painstakingly writing their suggestions for process improvement and cost-cutting measures. I joke but in the wake of the economy and the drag of depression this country, we could all use a simple smile.
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Sunday, January 18, 2009

Back by Popular Demand

Who knew I would be missed in cyberspace? There are no earth-shattering discoveries here. Maybe an occasional quiver. I took your hints via e-mail, phone calls and facebook notes. A few of you were not so subtle.

I survived the holidays, a time usually soul wrenching for me. A severe flu kept me occupied all day and night for two weeks. It was quite a doozie...Work is a constant train of change which keeps us on our toes...I wiped out on a new bicycle causing a big bruise on my upper left thigh and teeth marks from the pedals on my right calf. I had to get up before the cute guy fitting me for a serious bicycle saw me sprawled and tangled on the pavement with the bike. Just call me Grace, but now I have a sexy bike (different from my wipe out) that is still comfortable after riding an hour in the woods...My car is still a source of joy and speed. Hee. It is almost not big enough to transport my new sexy bike which means I will have to buy a rack for the back...I was obsessed with buying, eating and cooking Korean food...My 38th birthday was last week. In an odd thing: I was focused on the idea that I was pre-middle age or am I already middle age?


Part of the cupcake tree I made for Bridget's Birthday in December.

Things are sweeter and will only increase. I think my attitude has a significant influence on how I see things now. So yeah...I did missed you, too! XXXOOO
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Tuesday, December 16, 2008

A Wish from Me to You...

There is so much going on at the moment and not enough energy to put them into words. The good thing is that I am generally happy and the holiday while providing some stress is not constricting as past years. That's an improvement, huh?

I've decided to take this blog on hiatus until after the first of the year. It is difficult to accept, but it is for the best with family visiting and the schedules at work with other members of my department taking turns with their time off over the holidays. You can still reach me on my e-mail address in my profile page if you're curious enough. ;p


Let me wish you the Happiest of Holidays and Heavenly Hope for the New Year!


Peace and the Magic of Love,
Sarah Sprinkles xxxooo
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Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Fortune Cookie Simplicity

Sprinkles says (5:14 PM):

so two fortune cookies..one from last night (chinese joint) and today at pf chang's kept talking about simplicity in some form...from your gut...what do you think it is saying?

Cousin Angie says (5:16 PM):

i think it means the cheap ass bastards shop from the same fortune cookie store

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Monday, December 08, 2008

In the Name of the Son

I've never been a mother, but I have been motherly. The moment my eyes touched on the slightly ravaged face of Tawny's eldest son tonight, my heart wrenched. I've always teased you that all men revert to the age of childish 12. Well, here is a young man at 22 who just survived a bad car accident on Saturday afternoon and I saw him as when I first met him and he was at the vulnerable age of 12. The story didn't piece most of itself until this evening.

Tawny called me on Saturday afternoon telling me that Jeff had been taken to the hospital from a bad car accident and could I look up the number for Tampa General Hospital. They were on their way. My fingers nervously googled the number and I was able to rattle them off for her...I got call later that he was in the trauma unit. He was bleeding in his brain but the doctors were not concerned because he was still talking and then there was a part of his neck that was broken. His face was very swollen, his shoulders hurt and he was bruised. Even though he had his seat belt on, he still ended up on the passenger's side. Oh good God...Another call to log in to work to get the number of Jeff's boss' number from our global address in Outlook. Relatives had also arrived at the hospital...More calls and texts back and forth. By this time I had contacted our friend Kathy. The last message from Tawny in the late evening was that Jeff was getting a CAT Scan and her cell phone battery was low.

On Sunday, I called the nurses station to find out about Jeff and was told that they would pass my message along to the family. Shortly after I received two texts from Jeff's phone and voicemails from Jeff. What?! Oh crap. Which Jeff had gotten into the accident? I thought it was Big Jeff and not Little Jeff. As crazy as it sounds, with all the frantic calls...somehow I got the message wrong.

The scene of the accident was an area where I would find Big Jeff first more so than Little Jeff. Tawny rarely calls the respective Jeff's "My Husband" or "My Son". I have heard her address them both as Jeff and Jeffrey. Did I mention that grandpa was Jeff, too? Jeezus. Damn. I had to quickly update the people I told about the accident! There is more to this story but that is just getting into a Keystone Cop type of caper.

Once I finally received the story straight and threatened Tawny with a thrashing, she was able to let me know that Little Jeff was grumpy and not having a good time of it. He had a rough evening and no one really slept either. Jeffy was put in a bigger room to accommodate nearly 10 of his close relatives at one time. The doctors were going to rescan his brain in the afternoon. Then there was the matter of fracturing his C-5 on his neck which corresponds to your wrists, etc. of your body. (Googled it..) I was thinking this would suck extra since he is a drummer and works in IT. His diligent recovery and physical therapy would eventually depend on it.

Skipping to this morning. Tawny texted me that he may be going home today with a neck brace. In the afternoon, she IM'd me at work that they were home. Little Jeff would be at her home recovering instead of with his roommates. I told her I would be over after work.

Flowers...this 'little' boy would not want flowers...I decided on something that always makes me feel good: Asian food. I went to the Chinese Takeaway and ordered food for him and me. A quick call to let Tawny know I would be earlier revealed that they were sitting for dinner and starting on soup. I had wonton soup for Little Jeff as well as other stuff, but he could eat them tomorrow. It was when I arrived that brings us to the top of this blog entry.

Little Jeff's dark curls were covering his head like scattered giant commas, some hidden by the big neck brace he was wearing. His face was slightly swollen and rash from the inside of his car painted his forehead and side of his face in garish strokes. His pained body was slumped over his meal and he had a difficult time collecting his thoughts from the pain medication he had just ingested. My hands couldn't help but stroke his hair and his back long after I set his Asian treat next to him. I was just happy he was alive and seemed okay. They told me he wasn't breathing when they found him and that the passenger side of his sports car was crushed severely when he avoided an elderly lady driving a big luxury car. Now he's dealing with his pain, the guilt he feels for being in an accident and the interruption it has caused with his friend's and family's lives as well as the humbling experience of having many visitors and calls on his well-being. A bad car accident is a difficult way to find out how many people care about you.

My motherly heart couldn't imagine what it would be like to have the heart of a mother. I think I would not be able to bear it seeing my child surviving such an accident or worse. The thing is...each of Tawny's kids started in the Natal Intensive Care Unit after she birthed them. I don't think she was expecting to see one of her babies in the (Adult) Intensive Care Unit. My shadow wasn't darkening the door of the hospital unless it had to. I am very glad I didn't this time around.

Could we light a small city of candles for Tawny now? The woman has been having a bad week. What is it -- God doesn't give us anything we can't handle? Tawny is one of the strongest women I know. It is without a doubt that she and her husband will weather last week's news and their baby's recovery again.

Prayers and Hugs,
Sprinkles
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Thursday, December 04, 2008

Bah Humbug...Pass the Canape

Not another one...before Christmas for crissakes! One of my best friends Tawny was made redundant two days ago around 11am. She was part of over 100 individuals being let go in our North American mother ship. You may recall in July my healthcare division lost over 300. This certainly makes my department's transition from healthcare to North America next month a little scary despite all assurances given in conference calls and meetings.

This news comes when my department is very busy. I thought that Bridget would show me up by getting most of the items waiting attention finished while I was on vacation. I came back to more of the same. There was an influx and significant changes to old items which required her attention during three of the five days, the last two part of a national holiday. With this back up, my boss' edict is to minimize distractions during work hours regardless. I've tried to give Tawny as much support as I can, but it is not the amount I would like to give during the day. She understands I hope.

Tuesday night found us sharing a meal at a Mexican restaurant with her husband Jeff; all of us drinking frozen strawberry margaritas while doing a post mortem on the day's events. The quirkiest thing was that Tawny was over my apartment on Monday night to return a casserole dish she borrowed from me. I expressed to her a sense of foreboding I had of me being made redundant at work that morning and she shared an incident at work that gave her the same thing only for her it came to fruition the next day. I am proud to say my gal is holding up well under the circumstances...

On a lighter note, we laughed the whole day about the free food we received at work and elsewhere. The property managers set-up a catering station between two of the buildings for all the tenants to enjoy a hot breakfast of eggs, ham, sausage, blintzes, crepes, fruit, etc. There was a chill in the air during our wait, but the yummy smells wafting over kept us in line. Later after lunch, the property managers again set-up a chocolate fountain station in our downstairs lobby while an ice cream station was set-up in the other building. It was almost too much.

The trifecta was complete when Sharon reminded me we were going to a Cadillac dealership that evening for an event. It was being catered by a well-known company. Yeah, we mingled and munched while drooling over leather seats and the behemoth SUV Cadillac Escalade. Talk about a total pimp vehicle! All we needed to do was tint the windows more and get different tires. I'll stick to my fuel efficient cutie while Sharon sticks to her Cadillac CTS lease for one more year.

The second batch of cooked jasmine rice needs readying for tomorrow's lunch so I need to get with it. Several people are bringing different dishes and we're all sharing. Gosh, I probably shouldn't think about it too much right now. Feeling a little queasy. Ha!


Help me say a prayer for Tawny and help me say another prayer for all of us to survive the holiday well and to be full of the smiles that comes from the caring and abundant love we share with each another.

Kisses and Big Hugs,
Sprinkles
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