Good Friends @ MindSay

Really truly good friends are so hard to come by. I try to be a good friend to people. I am there when they need me most & I can only pray they will be there for me too when I need them.

 

Tonight, I needed to be somewhere. He was so upset & really just needed to get away. I couldn't take hime away, but I removed him from the problem for about an hour & I think I helped. I think I was a good friend.

I even gave him a xanax - haha - he needed it. That's what friends are for......

Tonight, I also again needed a friend. I had called her for days, really needing to talk about what is going on in my insane head. She finally called me back tonight. Took her all of 3 mins. to figure it out & tell me that there really isn't anything wrong with me. I am not insane. This doesn't make me a horrible person & I won't go to hell. Turns out she needed me too. So we talked for quite awhile & then shortly after I hung up with her, he called. We talked till about 2:17am. I am still up but he had to go to bed. I called her back but got her voicemail.

 

Oh well - hopefully I will see them both tomarrow

 

Good Night & God Bless

 

Umm...So. Parents were forced to Living with Divorce Session...

Cried the WHOLE time.

I am so angry about this....

Grrr...

I definetly wish this wasn't happening.

The holidays are going to be HELL!!!

But...

At least I have good friends, and Dalton( not quite yet boyfriend?) and a REALLY good counselor.

Well Going to finish watching transformers...

Pretty good movie.

Ciao,

Mariah

 

Last night, went to a show.

My sister and Reese are both in As You Like It. It's particularly interesting, because Reese's character is completely in love with my sister's. Great fun, although listening to Shakespeare is almost as rough on the brain as listening to German. You know the words, but you have to pay a lot of attention to be able to put them in sensible order and catch the innuendos, of which there are many.

Got to hang out with Reese afterwards = yay! I haven't seen my friend in months - we've talked, but haven't been together since about when classes ended. I haven't yet discussed with him my new take on dating, but I'm not sure I need to. If it'll come up, it'll come up.

Just being goofy, talking about cool stuff, talking about rough stuff, talking about random stuff. Girls he's fighting with, girls he's interested in. Some serious comments about what we're both looking for, swiftly turning to laughter and silliness again. Camp came up quite a bit, he's offered to come visit me some evening (which would be awesome). I recognize that Reese behaves himself a little more around me, which I appreciate. On one hand, I kind of wonder if that qualifies as not being true to himself, but I'd say it is the real him, just not as...I don't know, rough? as he usually is.

I've missed him so much. I'm delighted now. I got to talk to Reese!

Howdy howdy all!!!

 

Well today I worked the day killer (11-7) and afterwards I went a-drinking with some friends at a great mexican bar near where I work, I have not laughed so freaking hard in my life in a LONG ass time. I sorely needed it too--laughing REALLY is the best medicine.

 

I wanna say THANX a million to everyone who gave their insights and suggestions on research and diagnosis on the subject of alzhiemers...I have done a ton of research and spoke to mom briefly about holding off on the panic button until a full battery of tests gives us the whats and whys...Ya'lll are pretty cool...'preciate ya!

 

Okay. Lets get down to business folks...I have to seriously tweak my 5 year plan in order to get back on track with the stuff I wanna do and so I have to really plan things to the letter for tha to happen...welcome to high gear folks...frankly I am pretty syked even though my concetration has to be whipped into a more streamlined kinda vibe..no worries...that's how I roll...

 

AHHHHHHHH

Mariah Carey at the Toyota Center 9/14/2006

And yes...yours truly will truly be in the HOUSE! I don't care how crazy she is I still love her screaming ass to pieces!!! Work it Mariah! I am not mad at you girl!!!

 

Anyway..how about some poetry...here goes....(thank you, thank you, thank you doll)

 

My Love At the Shutting of this Door At Night

My love, at the shutting of this door of night

I ask of you, love, a journey through a dark pound:

shut out your dreams: enter with your sky my eyes:

stretch out in my blood as if in a wide river.

 

Goodbye, goodbye, cruel clarity that was dropped

into the bag of every day of the past:

goodbye to every gleam of clocks or oranges:

welcome oh shadow, periodic friend!

 

In this boat, or water, or death, or new life,

one more time we unite, slumbering, resurrected:

we are the marriage of the night in the blood.

 

I don’t know who lives or dies, sleeps or wakes,

but it is your heart that delivers,

to my chest, the gifts of the dawn.--Pablo Neruda

 

Goddess Bless

 

 

2 lbs. of mussels
½ cup white wine
1 large chopped shallots
4oz diced Prosciutto
2oz butter
1 Tsp. Chopped parsley
Salt and pepper

 

Sauté the chopped shallots with butter for 2 minutes in the Staub Mussel Pot, Add the diced Prosciutto and cook for 2 more minutes on medium heat. Pour the white wine in the pot and bring to a boil. Add all the mussels and cover. Cook until all the mussels are open. Season if needed, then finish with chopped parsley and eat very hot.

 

I didn't go sailing because I had to work. I didn't start the week off being behind, but each of my clients added to the job and I had a crime scene on Thursday that broke the schedule entirely. So  . . . no sailing and I d-r-u-g myself into the truck and f-o-r-c-e-d myself in the right direction of the jobsite. As luck would have it, I finished a very nice door and was admiring my work when the client said "to hell" with working on Saturday and called it quits.

 

It was just about 2:00 p.m. and nothing sounded good. I called Karit, Isabel and Gene and invited everyone over for clams and wine. I didn't think I'd have so many takers . . . but everyone said it was "the" idea of the weekend. Gene brought kouskous and grape leaves, Isabel brought "HOT SERANO SALSA!!!" which means she really loves me. It's THE best salsa . . .

 

(Note to "HER" . . . except for the mango salsa you used to make)

 

Karit brought a "chili" sauce for the clams (in case you do not remember Karit is a Chef) that I can't spell . . .

 

I bought 15lbs of mussels and went by "Sur la Table" on Wilshire in Santa Monica and bought a new Staub "mussel pot" that cooks 6lbs at a time. I've been "reacquiring" my things that are still with  . . . . I had bought "Her" La Crusete with the All Clad I had. So . . . THIS time, I bought "Staub"  . . . See? I am getting better!

 

Everyone came between 5:00 and 6:00 . . . mussels were ready to cook so they'd be fresh and we could have them right out of the pot, the wine had been opened to "breathe" and my new Fiestaware was about to be used for the first time I've entertained since I replaced it. I put on Dustin O'Hallaran and then YoYo Ma for a little music.

 

It was a very good night . . . . we needed one more to make the night "perfect"  . . . but the two women didn't have wine and we talked about baaaabies and the mood swings of pregnancy  . . . for the women and the "poor husbands" . . .  I listened. I also found out about all the things that "swell" during pregnancy, the things they had already for the baby and the stories about "the first".

 

I have been learning all about Sikh customs for childbirth and I was tested and proudly answered the questions. Isabel is only "recently" pregnant and admitted that not being able to at least "sip" wine with the mussels was tormenting. Karit's wife, Minell, let me feel the baby move and I looked up to see everyone looking at me.

 

"How old would the baby be G?

"7 or 8 months probably. Just about ready to walk, I guess. Wedding February 10th, timed . . . she wanted to be in labor 9 months from the day . . . Lilly . . . I liked the name, Lilly"

"I LOVE babies. We both do . . . " Gene said and Lance agreed. They told us of several people who had babies or were talking about it. They had talked about it. It was very touching just listening to what people had to say about the expecting arrival or the things that went through their mind, thinking about having a child. The subject "briefly" turned to the "kind of world"  . . . and Isabel changed it saying that there was plenty of love for her new one and that was that. WE all agreed, that was that.

 

I cooked more mussels and Minell came into the kitchen to help. She nudged me and asked if I wanted to feel the baby move again. I did . . . and she giggled. Luis, Karit, Gene, Lance and I switched to Tequila shots and beer chasers for about an hour . . . and then I fixed the third batch of mussels and and took out two large packages of fresh shrimp . . . and got the "Cajun" boil out and Lance helped me cook and he and I had a another shot . . . we toasted . . . but neither of us could think of a "toast" . . . so we just had a shot . . .

 

Seven people (eight would have been perfect) . . .  15 lbs of mussels, 6-8lbs of shrimp peel, 4 bottles of wine and a "handfull" of shots  . . . . by the time we got to the shrimp "Los Lobos" was on for music after EVERYONE "declined" to hear me sing "Sea shanties" that I have been trying to look up . . .

 

We took a couple of pictures to document the evening. It broke up about 11:00 -ish and we were all reasonably sober, a little toasty maybe, but the ladies had full tummies . . . Minell was the designated driver, Isabel and Luis were just across the street  . . . Lance and Gene would crash with me and "we'd have breakfast" . . . no "Mimosas" (sp?) . . . just juice . . .

 

G.

P.S. To my best friends . . . and my new ones at Mindsay . . .