Greetings from Spockgirl Musings, where logic rules, but the frailties of
human nature, genetic inadequacies and hormonal imbalances wreak havoc.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Because I can...

 
To honour the fallen since last time

U.S. (11)
   Texas
   South Carolina
   Rhode Island
   Minnesota
   Kentucky (3)
   Florida
   Oregon
   California
   North Carolina 
U.K. (6)
Australia (1)

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

What kind of sammich I wonder...

 
I haven't done one of these for a really long time, so I decided to re-do the one on the sidebar "What Kind of Pie are You?" and I know I got a different result this time. (Cherry Pie) I went on to do about four or five more, including this one:

You Are a Turkey Sandwich        
 

Conservative and a bit shy, you tend to stick with what you know and trust.

You are very introverted, and you prefer to blend in whenever possible.

Though you may be hard to know well, anyone who does know you considers you a true friend.

Your best friend: The Ham Sandwich

Your mortal enemy: The Tuna Fish Sandwich
 

That made me chuckle... Would my reader(s) be a best friend or mortal enemy I wonder...
 
One more: "What spice is your soul?" (Sage)

Sunday, April 20, 2014

"A stranger falling out of the blue"



From one of my "go to" movies. If you have a tough time watching romantic comedies, try this one out. It's... charming...

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Happy Easter...

Bunny hugs...

from here.

"well... with the way you behave..."



This falls into the "never too late" category, however, it does inspire the "better sooner than later" aspect of life, I'd say.

Dream on...


...yeah...

Saturday, April 12, 2014

Rediscovery...


Yesterday I rediscovered why I did not like seafood when I was a little kid.

One word....

Anchovies.

I've never had them before. 

It doesn't matter how thin you slice them or how much you smother them in salt and spicy Korean goodness. It doesn't matter. It is that distinct, intense, fishness that threw me off then, and anchovies are... well... the epitome of fishness.

The funny thing is that I remember liking the taste of dried squid. It came in a small plastic candy-sized bag. It was salty, but not too salty, a little bit chewy, and rather stringy. But... it wasn't too... fishy, for lack of a better word. This was brought back to mind yesterday as well. The nice Korean lady who owns the Japanese restaurant always gives us extra things to try, like homemade Kimchi, sliced sesame fishcake things, and variety of sweet-savoury smelly Korean pickles. One of the first small dishes she brought out was... squid... Like the dried squid I remember, soaked in a sweet and salty sauce... and it was good. The second dish was the aforementioned anchovies, a little deceiving as it looked almost the same. Gah!

Sand in my eyes...


... and I wasn't the only one...

(I cannot blame Metallica for this one... Well... maybe I could...)

Monday, April 7, 2014

Gifts

 
I met my new nephew for the first time yesterday. He is almost nine months old. It has been a long time since I have been that kind of happy holding a baby.

***

I received a treasure last night. Some personal belongings and family pictures which I did not know existed. She had even kept a couple notes that I had written her when I was a kid. With those notes, was... a Christmas card... that she had written to me before she died, but had not sent. There was also a card with a message from another aunt who I have not seen in probably over ten years now. Gifts. Gifts with tears.

***

So tonight, again, questioning my existence, I reflect on these gifts, and wrote this.

Black and white pictures
Memories hidden away
Trickling from a box
Who are these people
Trapped in time and tucked away
Waiting to be found
Vaguely familiar
Yet images of strangers
Perhaps I know them
Is that my mother
I do not recognize her
From a time long past
I want to know them
What place in our family
Fading history
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Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Apparently...

... I used to do this...

Picture a little kid not even as tall as the kitchen counter, with arms outstretched... saying...  
 

A moment...

 
Today I had a moment where it felt as though I was separated from my brain. I was walking home on the old highway, crossing a side street, when I caught myself in that moment where my brain was completely empty of thought. In the split second following, I realized that I could have absentmindedly walked the wrong way. It has happened before, but it is a whole other situation when it happens as you are standing alone in the kitchen compared to walking along a busy stretch of road. I would like to think that I would have the wherewithal to catch myself before doing something so uncharacter-istically brainless, but it makes me wonder.
 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

I miss my cat...


(via a blogger buddy on FB)