card tricks for a dog: May 2011

Monday, May 9, 2011

O+?

It just occurred to me... Now that people other than myself know about this blog, I really ought to update it more than a few times per year. I'll probably alternate the serious posts with the silly, the short with the long, and meaningful with the meaningless. So keep checking, you never know what you'll find! Like this photo, for instance. How many of you good people identified it as a half-used bag of O+ blood? I'm sorry, but the correct answer is Shiraz.

I'm both proud and ashamed to say I've recently begun buying my nightly wine in boxes, rather than bottles. It's cheaper, it apparently creates less waste, and I love how the wine comes out really fast when you press the button. It even makes bubbles sometimes. And since I'm not terribly picky, I don't mind the limited (yet growing) selection of boxed wines. On the other hand, where there is a box, there is a bag, and a bag is decidedly less elegant than a bottle. This evening I discovered that the box portion of my wine package had somehow become soaked with the liquid portion, so I had to to discard the cardboard and salvage the bag. Gosh, the bag. What can one say? It certainly takes the romance out of red wine. And to quote Forrest, Forrest Gump, that's all I have to say about that.

About

My name is Amy, from which you can probably deduce that I am an American female born in the 1970s. Outside things to know: I live in a square house on a suburban street. I have a husband, a son, a job, a mortgage, a couple of cars, wonderful friends, and a small yard with an odd assortment of plants growing in various places. Yes, everything is in place: check, check, check. (We also had a pet cat until recently, when he died from kidney failure: uncheck.)
*Update: New cat adopted July 2011. Re-check.* Update 2: Another cat adopted August 2011. It found us and we're suckers. Double-check.*
I love all these things, except the mortgage, and I'd rather not have to own a car. Inside of my head I have a pretty good time too, most of the time anyway. I love to write so that I can sort through what I experience and think about. I love to paint for pretty much the same reason. But I can't write and paint all the time because it's a great deal of work and sometimes I just don't feel like it. Besides, I enjoy doing (and have to do) other important things too, like mothering, domestic chores, my job (which I love), and Boggle on my iPhone. But I find if I don't write or paint fairly regularly I become mentally constipated, with all the discomfort of the spirit the term implies. So a while ago I started a blog as an easy place to put everything, never intending to show it to anyone at all. A few people have asked to see it, however, so I've decided to subvert my own nature and put myself out there. I cringe just thinking about it, but I think it's a good decision nonetheless. A late, reticent bloomer is still a bloomer after all.