Showing posts from May, 2008


That which is of the Divine in me greets that which is of the Divine in you.
Of course, that is just one of many translations, but it all means approximately the same thing. This is just the more poetic version.
I am discovering that Saturday morning yoga is my "Church." I think this is filling something in me that I never knew was missing. Okay, that's not entirely true. I think I knew it was missing, I just didn't (or was afraid to) take the steps to fill it. 
Since my cousin (hi Chrissy!) first introduced me to this class and this teacher, I think I've only missed one class.  It's pretty much everything I've ever wanted in a yoga class: relaxing, challenging, spiritual, and fun. I've recently signed up for an additional course with her, Wednesday evenings in the park. My favorite park. I am so looking forward to it!
This class has also made me wonder what it would take to become a yoga teacher. I know this is not just something I can jump into (I can&#…


What the hell-o is it? A Pescetarian is someone who consumes no other meat but seafood. Technically, I am one, have been one from the start. I've never called myself that because, frankly, I so seldom ate it that it was essentially a non-issue.

However, it is time that I owned up to that fact. Whenever I call my self a vegetarian and order fish as an entree, I'm giving all those other hard-working, dedicated veggies a hard time. It isn't fair to their cause, and it confuses people who can barely understand the concept of vegetarianism to begin with (they're out there, believe me).

I initially gave up meat purely for health reasons. Heart issues run rampant in my family, and most of my father's side of the family (including my dad) have "met their maker" because of their ticker. I want to do all that I can to avoid that. Fish does have heart-healthy benefits that I am loathe to discount. I tend to rarely consume it because of all the over-fishing issues.

In m…

Book Review: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle

Those of you who know me know that I like to talk about food. A lot. It's a minor miracle that I'm not dubbed a "one-note wonder" by my closer friends. I've been hearing good things about the book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. A few weeks ago, I finally picked up a copy.

It's a well-worn copy by now, mainly because while staying with friends in Maryland the book became a favored plaything by an obsessed four month old, but I digress. It's an easily readable book documenting Kingsolver's family's choice to not only eat locally for one year, but to be more involved in the process of making food, from beginning to end. Included in this is the growing of their own fruits and veggies, animals for their own consumption, and even the making of their own cheeses. 

In addition to Kingsolver's narrative, there are essays throughout by both her husband and eldest daughter. I found the book fascinating. At various places, I scoffed, I go…


Cass is back. Phew! Apparently she had a bit of a scare over the weekend, hence the disappearing blog. I hope things settle down for her and all is well. As much as I would miss her blog, I would rather her family remain safe!
On other news... this weekend was "economic stimulus" weekend. Because we all like a little stimulation now and again. Wink wink, nudge nudge. I bought two really cute dresses:

My apologies for the blurriness of the pics - I am, apparently, unable to keep a steady hand when it comes to my camera (old piece of sh.. that it is). Anyway, the green one makes me feel like June Cleaver, but it's super cute and comfy. And the black one... I need to go on a date in the near future so I can wear it!
I actually didn't buy these with my "economic stimulus" rebate. I got 'em on sale and I could afford them without tapping into that money. The reality is, I'm pretty lucky. I can afford to go shopping when I want, provided I don't go overb…


Cass? Cass? Where did you go, Cass? I can't find your blog anywhere! First, WordPress says your blog is protected, then once I registered, it still won't let me read you!
If you're reading this, please send some direction. I'm going through withdrawal symptoms here. Shaky hands, twitchy eyes, random curse words... okay that last is normal but still.
Where are you, Cass?

Deep Thoughts in the Middle of the Day.

Sheesh. I hate peeling the ol' onion when I'm at work. Unfortunately, sometimes that's when I come to these little life revelations the easiest.

I didn't have many friends growing up as a child, and the majority of those that I did consider friends did little more than tolerate my presence. I had great difficulty fitting in with others my age. Ironically enough, instead of facing teasing for this, I was often ignored or forgotten (at least, that is how I perceived it). How much of it was me purposefully fading into the background to avoid teasing remains to be seen.

As with all things in childhood, this still lingers with me and affects my behavior. I expect to be ignored and/or forgotten, and feel almost relieved when it happens. Moreover, I am often surprised when people remember me. By expecting to be ignored, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy of anger, justification and pain. Somewhere along the line, I learned that this behavior was okay. The reality is, it isn&…

Thank you, Angie!

See what Angie got me for my birthday?

In case you're like "What the Effie May is that?", it's a yoga mat in forest green, a mesh carrying bag and some lovely mat spray in Citrus Splash. What a way to feed my new addiction (yoga, if you weren't paying attention). Thank you, Angie!
Eventually, I want to knit my own carrying bag, but I still need to finish this shrug for Robin's wedding. Which was exactly one week ago. D'oh! Good thing it was nice and warm at the wedding...


I've been rather down the past couple days. Which is really kind of miffing me because I was so up when I started out the week.
On some level, I know what it is. Work has been super stressful the past couple days and I found out some news regarding a close friend recently that has also brought me down (no, no one's dying, sick, or otherwise compromised). But for some reason, my mood just seems beyond all this, and I'm not sure what that underlying reason is. Unfortunately, I can't take the day off and try to figure it out either, as I just recently took several days off.
So, for the time being, I need to suck it up and get dressed for work. It's Friday, so I just need to find my way to 5pm. I have an offer to go out dancing tonight. I know I should take it as it'll probably shake off this mood. What I really want to do, though, is come home and curl up in my bed with a movie and eschew the world.

Kate and Marie's Big Adventure

Thank god I could go with this title and not "Kate and Marie's Bogus Journey." 
On Friday, May 1st, Marie and I made the long trip south to our friend Robin's wedding in Maryland. We decided the easiest (and cheapest) way to go was to just drive down. Neither of us would have done this on our own. I'm not the world's most confident driver, and I've never really driven on anything more than Vermont's pathetic highways:

So needless to say, the idea of the New Jersey Turnpike was making us both a little uneasy. But face it we did, with grace and aplomb. And (most importantly) the idea that at the end of the trip there would be booze. We made the trip in about 13 hours, which was a little long but we got turned around in a couple places and stopped for food.
The house Robin had rented out was absolutely gorgeous, right on the Bay:

It was sunny and in the upper 70's/low 80's, which was made all the more pleasant with the knowledge that it was in the 40…