Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Girl's Night for One

It's thundering and lighting and rumbling outside, Tyra and the girls are flauntin' it in Rome and I'm covered under a blanket of fresh magazines.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Twisting Roots at Twisted Root

my Sheester and her BF. I don't think they know I took this picture, but I like those pictures best.

Friday, April 18, 2008

he's back!

mr.roshbosh is back from his second of three weeks of traveling. Next week it's off to sexy Jacksonville, FL and then he's done traveling for a bit.

We spent the evening celebrating a friend's b-day at a karaoke bar. mr.roshbosh contributed a few notes to "bohemian rhapsody" and that was about it. But I made up for his lack of participation; turns out singing into a real microphone is SO much more fun than singing into a bottle of shampoo in the shower.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


"A year from now you may wish you had started today."

I have this quote post-it note-ed to my bathroom mirror. it's what's been getting me up and going and off to the gym in the mornings. I realized this morning though, that I don't dislike getting up as much as I thought. When I got home, I looked out the window just as the sun was barely beginning to peak its head over the buildings, and had an epiphany. I really love getting started before the sun rises. I like the feeling of getting some bonus hours; like I'm getting the WHOLE day and not just a part of it.
(and yes, mom. I did leave without making the bed. but I made it right after taking this picture. promise!)

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Second Law...

Whenever mr. roshbosh is out of town, "Piccola Casa 2510" turns into a war zone. And in such a short amount of time! It's as though the closets and drawers and cabinets can sense that mr. roshbosh is leaving town, and as soon as the last wheel on his suitcase rolls past the threshold, boom! Shoes, handbags, books, CDs all come tumbling out of their spaces. I took the photographs above a mere 16 hours after he left. Six pairs of shoes and I think I've only worn 2 of them since he left.

But nature favors disorder, right? What is likely to happen is what is often most probably and disorder is much more probable than order.

Anyway, that's what I keep telling myself. And keep imploring to mr. roshbosh. But I don't think he's buying it. He thinks the place looks the way it does because I'm messy. Puh-lease! I'm not messy. Creatively organized perhaps. But not messy. In any case, recovery efforts will have to start this Thursday before he gets back for the weekend.

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

March 19 - Thursday

My photo-mojo has been missing for awhile now. I've had the hardest time capturing shots. And not just good shots, I mean any type of descent shot. And I don't know why. Besides the problem being me of course, I've wondered if it's the camera I'm using. Or if it's the mood. Or the light. But whatever it is, I'm really beginning to miss that rush of capturing something before it gets away; of capturing something that doesn't even realize its been captured.

We took a family vacation to San Fran last November - me, mr. roshbosh, along with our parents and siblings, and I was so anxious about not being able to get into the picture-taking groove. And it did take some time before the familiar feeling began to return, but by the time it/I started to pick up momentum, it was time to leave.

I was in such a rush to feel and work with the pictures from the trip that I had an album laid out within three days of returning home. I was relieved to have gotten some great pictures. Not a lot, but enough. And by great pictures, I mean authentic pictures. Pictures that evoke. Like the one above. (It's one of my favorites from the trip, and the lighting isn't great, but it is absolutely my brother and my sister and their relationship. It's them. Real and simply.)

The lesson from all of this I suppose I've realized is that photography, like so many other hobbies and activities, takes practice. I think knowing what to look for and knowing how to draw something (figuratively) out of its hiding spot, takes constant study until it does become intuitive. And that intuition is the mojo. But you have to keep the mojo working or you'll begin to miss the moments and instances. I've been photographing my brother and sister for a while now, and have learned how recognize them behind a lens. But I haven't been shooting regularly, and it's taking me some time to re-focus. In the words of another blogger, Jen - Beebee Mod, "To find that balance between taking a picture and capturing life."

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

February 22 - Friday

It was only a matter of time before mr. roshbosh found something to distract him until football season rolls back around.

We've been playing "Guitar Hero" for a while now at a friends place. And mr. roshbosh is hooked. So Friday night, after a great "Date Night" dinner, mr. roshbosh decided that we just had to visit Wal-Mart for a PS2, Guitar Hero 2, 3, and the 80's, and 2 guitars.

I've gone from being an NFL Widow to a Guitar Hero Groupie.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

January 31 - Thursday

oh the propaganda!

mr. roshbosh's brother - my b-in-law - bought me "football for dummies".

the first chapter is titled ”America’s Greatest Game” and the subsequent sections aren't any less offensive...”Why Football is the Best”, “Why Anyone Would Play Football”, “Why the Super Bowl is Number One”, “Why Millions Cheer Each Year for College Football”.

but I'm reading and I'm learning. that's the important thing.

things I've learned so far...

*the width of a football field is 160 feet or 53 1/3 yards

*a coach will put - or should put - his best offensive lineman at left tackle if the QB is right-handed

*the first form of football played, as we know it today, was played between Princeton and Rutgers - Rutgers won

I think it's only fair that b-in-law agrees to watch "the secret world of haute couture with me".

January 30 - Wednesday

Script for

"It's a plane! It's a plane!"

Act I Scene I

nice lady at work: (to roshbosh) I heard from your boss that you bake and decorate cakes! could you make me a airplane cake for my son's 3rd birthday?"

roshbosh's mouth: "sure! I can do that"

roshbosh's head: (screaming!) "NO! Abort! Abort! You haven't created a speciality cake in a very, VERY long time! DO NOT GO THERE!"

But I went there. And I survived.

The kitchen barely made it though.

January 29 - Tuesday

so for those of you that know mr.roshbosh, you know that he is a guy's guy- football, flatulence, dirty jokes - the whole enchilada. fancy dinners for him are ones that are eaten at a table (instead of the sofa) - white table cloth not necessary.

Well, I get a call at lunch today, and he tells me that he wants to have a team-building party for his team at work - a dessert and drinks and game night type thing at our place.

"Cool" I think.

He continues to tell me his thoughts..." we can have desserts and I was thinking we could get a cheese plate and that Blue Nun Riesling we found..."

He, mr. roshbosh, the quintessential "man's man", "guy's guy", "the toilet is my throne" type - used the words "cheese plate" and "Riesling" in the same sentence.

Then he follows it up with an email mentioning "manchego".

seriously. he never ceases to surprise me.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

January 23 - Wednesday

Addendum to post below...

and then the scene cuts to Troy saying...

"I've wanted you like this for all these years."

I. Can't. Breathe. Seriously. 10 years later and still...

January 23 - Wednesday

So you know how sometimes you come across a moment that you could just live in?

Well, I wanted to live in this moment (from the movie "Reality Bites") in highschool. It found its way back to me this morning and funny that 10 years later and this scene still makes me giddy and smiley and silly...the way he says "I love her"... there's this quick, acute intake of breath that he just releases back with the words, I think without even realizing what he's just revealed. And then the look on her face...

(He doesn't know it yet, but mr. roshbosh is so watching this movie with me this weekend.)

Lelaina Pierce: I was really going to be somebody by the time I was 23.
Troy Dyer: Honey, all you have to be by the time you're 23, is yourself.
Lelaina Pierce: I don't know who that is anymore.
Troy Dyer: I do. And we all love her. I love her. She breaks my heart again and again. But I love her.

(This estrogen-laden moment is irreverently brought to you by mrs. roshbosh.)

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

January 9 - Wednesday

mr. roshbosh is always, ALWAYS, making fun of my taste in music and I am always, ALWAYS, trying to defend myself. Pre-The Sopranos series finale I would have been made fun of endlessly for listening to Journey.

Well, it turns out, legitimacy is a funny thing.

I caught mr. roshbosh him listening to Steve Perry at his best last night as he was updating his IPOD. I guess if it's okay for Tony, it's okay for mr. roshbosh.