These Are The Best!

It's almost October.  I live Halloween.And since thirty-one days isn't quite enough time to enjoy this holiday, I'm starting now.

Don't Blush or be Bashful

Parent in the 'Hood

I just watched the pilot episode of Parenthood. It's been on my queue for some time but I just didn't get to it until tonight. Suffice to say that I am drawn in, hooked, already a fan. Echoes of my own experience as a mother reverberated with the revelation that Adam and Kristina's young son, Max,  may have Asperger's Syndrome. I caught myself tearing up and whispering out loud, it gets better. Diagnosis is the first step toward figuring things out. It will be okay. Man, am I going to get emotionally smacked around with each and every succeeding episode? I don't necessarily hope so, but I do like being engaged with the characters whose lives I invite into my living room on a regular basis. It's better than being bored. Which inclines me to not invite them back. We're talking real life as well as movies and tv here. Which reminds me of something my mother used to say. Hope for boring, she said, because it's usually otherwise.

This Just In...

When you Google Emberzine name meaning, this blog comes up on the first search results page. At positions six and seven. Just for fun, Google dish fairy*. I know that sounds completely inappropriate but do it anyway. This ends my self-aggrandizing post for today.


*I swear when I wrote about my own personal dish fairy eight years ago, this blog was at the top of the first search page! Guess it's been a while since I checked. Now it seems there is an abundance of dish fairy lore as well as a fairy-monikered dish washing detergent. I have just perused over a dozen Google search pages and have yet to see my blog pop up. Sigh. I have succeeded in bursting my own self-aggrandizing bubble. Humility is mine.

And They Named the Baby Dept.

I know a woman who recently gave birth to a lovely baby girl. And this child has been christened Emberzine. Emberzine. Rhymes with Clementine. I can find no references as to what this name means or the origins of it. Has kind of a video game locale mystique to it, don't you think? I feel for this child. Because her name will be constantly mispronounced and misspelled and pretty much inexplicable. This is either one of those character building things or something that will come out in therapy later. Maybe both.

It's a Pollack-Picasso

In the process of cleaning way back into the forgotten corners of my house, I have come across items that present disposal problems. Getting creative is the answer. As to an environmentally appropriate method to dispose of paint that is no longer usable, this is the recommended way to do it. I spread out a chunk of old shower curtain on the garage floor and dumped, yes, dumped, liquid paint onto it. With a fan in place to facilitate drying, every other day I added a thin layer of paint to the emerging work of art. The final result was the above, which was eventually rolled up and placed in the trash. I'm considering cropping and enlarging a photo of this mess and once suitably framed, hanging it on the wall. Perhaps eventually I can sell it for big bucks as a long lost masterpiece from the abstract latex school of portraiture. While the likelihood of that is slim, I highly recommend doing this. Mostly because it's fun to dump paint around in a slightly haphazard fashion.

My Very Own Street

I was just now casually perusing homes for sale in Loveland, Colorado. This one is at the upper stretches of my budget, but please! It's located on Carla Drive. Destiny is speaking, and she has my ear.