Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

... or not. Good grief, it just isn't letting up here. Today is day NINE of some sort of snowfall. We've accumulated over a foot of snow. I can hear those of you in snowy climes laughing at my whining, to which I reply - the next time the snow plow and/or sander drives by your house, run out and hug the driver. Really.

Portland is severely underequipped for the maybe 2 or 3 snow days we get scattered throughout a typical winter. Nine straight days hasn't happened in over 40 years. The only way my street will see a snow plow is if it's being driven by The Four Horsemen of the Apocolypse. Here's my poor little car, which last saw movement last Thursday. Poor baby. I'm just sooo grateful Safeway is a 3 block walk!

Perspective

Just read Judy's blog where she discusses the -15 wind chill in N. Dakota being a warm up. That ain't right, that just ain't right. I feel much better about our weather in Portland.
I was going to write my big bitch about the weather, but I'm listening to the post office workers getting ready to head out onto our icy streets and sidewalks. I'm very fortunate I don't have any place to be.

Snow in Oregon

What the heck have I been doing for the past month? Working, I'm happy to report. Until this week, when I got a wicked cold. I believe I'll live to tell the tale. It's a nice time to be snowed in at home. We started getting snow at 8am and it's still going now at almost 2:30. I know this isn't that impressive to my friends & family in snowier climes, but we're not equipped for snow here. Glad I don't have to go anywhere this week!






I did pull on jeans under my nightshirt and throw a jacket on over that lovely ensemble to get this for you... my Buddha in the clawfoot tub in our backyard.

Here's Buddha last May, before the lavender was repotted and went crazy.

Today is very pretty but I'll be very happy to see may come around again!

Addendum to #4

That should be "Not a cutesy person ANYMORE..."

7 Random Facts About Me

I'm lifting a time killer from CJ's blog because a well-known fact is I have housework to do AND kitty litter to change (Wilson's OOT) and I'd rather be doing anything but what I must do.

1- Love dolphins. Originally went to college to be a behavior psych major, wanted to be on The Calypso right next to Mr. Cousteau (I never would have been so presumptuous as to call him Jacques). Helloooo! Red head, that much time on a boat on the open ocean under the sun would have been instant death. Went into broadcasting instead.

2- Have overcome my fear of spiders. In fact, 2 weeks ago I spent the better part of the day working next to Fred. Fred was a spider who took up residence on my open laptop. We got along just fine most of the day, I even showed him a couple of things I was working on and he didn't laugh, I took that as a good sign. Until the afternoon, when he was sitting on the grid ruler I needed. I picked up the ruler and put him on the top of the laptop and he was pissed!! He came running down the monitor and across the keyboard right for me. I moved him to the top and he did it again. I scooped him up on a piece of paper and stuck him in my open studio window. I haven't seen him since, but I did wake up with a bite on my leg 2 days later.

3- Love monkeys. Monkeys are the lynch-pin to all comedy. Put a monkey in anything (except the primate center or a research lab) and it's instant comedy. My favorite phrases contain the word monkey... someone is acting incredibly brazen they're a "cheeky monkey" (with all due respect to, and much adoration for, Craig Ferguson, I was using that before he got the late night gig). If something is all over, like white on rice, it's much funnier if it's "on it like stink on a monkey." If something is beyond adorable, it's "cuter than a monkey with a puppy." If some one's acting like a buffoon (that's buffoon, not baboon, although they could be a buffoonish baboon) they're "like a drunk monkey." And with much respect and adoration for David Letterman, from whom I've openly co-opted this, if someone is going through and exceptionally horrible time, "I wouldn't give their problems to a monkey on a rock." Monkeys are funny.

4 - NOT a cutesy person. That may not be random, but if you're not a cutesy person, people should be reminded from time to time. Don't do teddy bears, bows, pink, kitten-y things... don't do teddy bears or kittens in pink bows.

5 - Re-visiting #3, in a way, I love smart, witty comedians, such as Craig Ferguson and David Letterman. While I'm long gone from the dorm demo, I think everyone should add The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report to their list of news sources. Eddie Izzard is a man in a dress after my own heart.

6 - I'm cool with a man in a dress (see, I thought I was running out of things but a fondness for trannies, especially brilliantly funny trannies, is a good #6.)

7 - The guilt of not doing housework and the kitty litter has finally gotten to me. Sometimes I'm not all about the time killer :-)

Torture

I've been working on things for my friend Amy's rockin' wedding this coming Saturday. (Amy's in the beehive picture.) Here's the menu:

Caesar salad
Baby Field Greens with dried cherries, blue cheese, hazelnuts and vinaigrette)
Texas slow smoked beef brisket
Smoked mozzarella & chicken lasagna
Baked beans with applewood smoked bacon
Mashed potatoes with blue cheese, bacon & caramelized onions
Garlic mashed potatoes
Blue Lake Beans with Toasted almonds and garlic butter
Roasted cornbread with jalapeno honey butter

Please note all the "smoked" items. I was the only one who picked that up, which is hysterically funny when you know the groom is a firefighter.

Seven Things: Hand-me-downs

After a busy day of working on the rock'n roll wedding, I'm winding down by lifting questions from CJ's blog.

1. Have you ever worn hand-me-downs? Yes indeedy, when I was a kid.

2. Where did you get them from? My mother's friend had a daughter a little older than me so I got her clothes.

3. Have you ever given hand-me-downs? Hmmm, does it count if my mother handed-down to my little sister?

4. To Whom? Aforementioned little sister.

5. How do you feel about hand-me-downs? I loathed them as a kid. Once I starting having to buy my own clothes I became much more appreciative.

6. Do you frequent yard sales? Nope. To quote the wise CJ "I have enough junk of my own."

7. If you were given $25,000 to purchase furniture for your home, would you buy new or an antique? Depends. Were I be able to find an original Frank Lloyd Wright desk, designed for the Johnson Wax headquarters, absolutely. Barring finding an original, and with some free money, I'd pay the $8000 for a reproduction ;-)

New blog, old photo

I've been very neglectful of this blog, shame on me! There really hasn't been anything smart-ass to report. Work is going well, Demon Kitty has me up way to early, same ol' same ol'.

However, someone has requested a picture so I'm reposting the 60s party beehive. Again, it took 45 minutes to go up, 45 minutes to come down and hurt like a sumbitch both ways, it's a one-time only event. I'm on the left, my friend Amy is on the right. Her wedding is Nov. 1st, I'm busy-busy-busy, it's gonna rock. Really. Stay tuned.

Well Crap

It seems the original Alesia Minutia has disappeared. It's been a horrible morning with Blogger so maybe a clean slate is for the best.

I did start my "professional" blog this morning - and on Typepad. You can find it at www.alesiazorn.typepad.com Hopefully tonight it'll be embedded in my website as well.