Hi. My name is Sassybear, and I’m a Giraffaholic.
What started as a newly discovered affinity for giraffes 7 years ago has become a full blown obsession of mine. Our house is full of giraffes, and the only rooms that remain unadorned with these colorful Giraffa camelopardalis are the master bathroom and the hubby’s office. There are giraffes in every other room, nook and cranny of our home.
While I am clearly the one to blame for this infestation, it certainly hasn’t helped having both an indulgent husband and bf, who gladly feed my addiction and collecting habits. No gift giving occasion passes without the presentation of multiple giraffe or giraffe themed gifts; even the family and co-workers have begun to contribute to the madness. Between figurines, plush animals, dishes, decorations, utensils, and even clothing, I have hundreds of giraffe items around the house. I have also been fortunate to see and interact with several live giraffes, my favorite being Tajiri and his parents, April and Oliver, the giraffe clan at the Animal Adventure Park in Binghamton, NY that we’ve visited my last two birthdays (and may go for a third time this year, as well.)
I have researched what the giraffe allegedly symbolizes. Some attributes fit me, some not so much, some I wish were true. Supposedly, if the giraffe is your totem or spirit animal:
- You view life from a different perspective
- You have self-acceptance and self-love, embracing both your flaws and beauty
- You have foresight, preparing for both the good and bad
- You blend in when needed, and stand out when it’s important
- You know relationships are fragile and understand your role in them
- You have grace and poise, especially when going through challenging times
- You keep your head up, and show up, regardless of what you’re feeling
- You strive to be strong, grateful, and optimistic that life will turn out alright
- You stand tall and achieving what you want to achieve, even if it seems out of reach
- You navigate life competently and becoming better for all the hardships
- You are socially adept, beautiful, kind, and gentle
- You are completely comfortable with yourself
- You fit in with all kinds of people, forging strong and lasting relationships
- You are practical, but creative
You possess a natural intelligence and confidence, whatever your circumstances
- You tend to get carried away by your strong emotions
- You are highly observant and perceptive
It’s an interesting list of (mostly) positive characteristics to strive for, no doubt. However, as far as I’m concerned, my love for giraffes is less mystical: I think they are beautiful, fascinating, and interesting creatures whose imagery adds a lot of whimsy to our home. Although, I admit I may have gone a bit overboard in my collecting habits. A friend once referred to our home as “Giraffic Park.”
I guess, if the hoof fits…
They may fight like – well, dogs and dogs – but when push comes to shove, they are cuddle buddies and best friends.
Where have I been, asked nobody? Nowhere. I mean, of course I’ve been somewhere – as long as I exist I must be somewhere – but I’ve been nowhere of real consequence. I have been working late hours at work and you may have heard, it’s gotten a bit …. chilly ….. here in the Northeast. Getting up to frigid, sub-zero temperatures, working long, stressful hours, and returning home late every day, in the dark, instill negative temperatures, leaves me little time, energy, or interest in doing much more than preparing dinner, wrapping myself in blankets in front of the fire, and cuddling up with the puppies and hubby to watch distracting TV shows on Hulu and Netflix until bed time. Such is the life on a middle-aged non-party animal.
However, in order to appease those who desperately need to know everything and anything going on with me and my life in order o have even a semblance of happiness in their own, I shall take mercy upon you and attempt to string together a bunch of crap to cobble together a post to satisfy you.
I bought a new pair of winter boots. That’s about it.
Actually, we did have a couple of small, fun, adventures recently.
We met the BF, Jim, and his hubby in NYC a couple of weeks ago, to have lunch and see a matinée showing of “The Prom“, which was FABULOUS! If you’re a Musical fan, especially if you know the feeling of being told the simple act of loving another person is a political statement, selfish, or immoral, go see it if the opportunity arises. Afterwords, the four of us met another couple and their friend for dinner before seeing “The Cher Show” together. It’s a fun show if you’re a fan of Cher or her music. Three actors portrayed Cher at different stages in her life, using their 3-way conversations throughout the play to provide exposition regarding Cher’s life, trials and tribulations. The actor playing “current aged” Cher – Stephanie J. Block – is a dead ringer for Cher (at least from where we were sitting) and her portrayal of the ageless Diva is second only to the real Cher. This trip was the weekend of a forecasted snowstorm, and the return train we booked for Sunday was cancelled, along with most others. We managed to get a seat on one of the few return trains still running, but showed up to the trains station 2.5 hours early to get in line in case it also got cancelled so we could make other arrangements. (It didn’t, and we made it home fine, albeit later than our original train would have gotten us there.) While getting stuck an extra day or two in NYC wouldn’t have been the worst thing, it would be expensive.
The following weekend, we met a couple of friends (from my College days) in Saratoga, a 4o minute drive from our house, and home to the very well-known Saratoga Race Course. (I’m not a fan or supporter of horse racing, I’m just saying it’s fairly well-known in the sports community.) An Irish band we are (were?) all fans of, Hair of the Dog, was playing at an Irish pub (The Parting Glass) and we decided it was a good excuse to get together. We enjoyed a nice dinner at a new (to us) restaurant (Fish at Lake 30) around the corner from the pub, beforehand. wonderful food, and most meals on the menu could be made gluten-free. Here we are afterwords, at the Parting Glass, squeezing into our seats prior to the show:
And a quick group shot with my college buddies, “Baby” and “Haji,” before departing.
I also got to do a little shopping before dinner, at a comic shop in the area, and picked up these sweet early issues of Green Lantern to help fill in my collection:
I only need 20 more issues to have the entire 224 issue run. Woohoo!
We’ve clearly grown to old to enjoy being out in a crowded bar, late at night, with really loud music, packed in like sardines at a long table with folding chairs. As it was, we actually left at intermission; but it was fun to see the ladies and get out of our usual rut and comfort zone a bit, and to get to try out a new restaurant, so no regrets. However, my feelings about such events can be best summed up by this image my BF sent me the other day:
I don’t really mind acknowledging that I am a homebody who prefers relaxing weekends or early dinners and a cocktail in a nice restaurant as opposed to late nights out, hard ciders, and noisy pubs and bars. I may not live the life I thought I would, or be the person I expected to be, but I’m OK with who I am and the life I live. To quote one of my favorite authors:
Finally, a shout out to my big brother who sent me this awesome “just because” T-shirt:
Please note my grizzly, weekend look, a look I’ve worked hard to cultivate for the past 47-almost-48 years, in addition to my plumpness. We’ve been trying to eat better and healthier (NOT DIET) and cut out carbs and sugars as much as possible. While I’ve seen some progress, albeit a small amount of it, I also need to up my exercise to fully benefit from the better dietary habits, something I find hard to do after working these long, stressful work days and driving home on these cold, dark nights. Maybe I should just take this shirt’s advice: turn up the music, grab a giraffe, and dance these pounds away.
Be well, all, and thanks for stopping by.
Try as we might, we just can’t tear Harvey away from the TV if any of his favorite shows are on.
I am 47 years old and have lived the better part of my life in upstate New York, so I have experienced countless snow flurries and storms. Despite this, and while I have seen the decorative and design versions of snowflakes, I have never actually seen a snow flake that resembled anything like scissored patterns or artistic representations, until this morning. When driving to work and, stopped at a traffic light, I noticed this on my windshield:
Gotta say, I geeked out a little. This is the first, actual, individual snowflake I have ever seen.
It’s kinda beautiful, don’t you think?
Monday is the big day: out with carbs and sofa surfing, in with keto (like) cooking and cardio.
Our house is almost completely purged of the evil sugar and carb-loaded holiday treats, but I still had some gluten free bake mixes left in the cabinet that I never got a chance to bake over the holidays: irish soda bread, blueberry scones, brownies, and chocolate chip cookies. I baked them all today, with the intention of sampling a little as a last hurrah, then bringing the rest to work Monday to dispose of. To quote a brilliant, charming, dashingly handsome fellow blogger: “if it isn’t around we can’t eat it.” Then, the only food coming into our house will be veggies, fish, eggs, meat, and cheese. No treats, breads or pastas of any kind. I have absolutely NO will power when it comes to snacking. I am a compulsive binge eater and if it’s in the house, I will consume it. (Seriously: sit me down next to a tray of cookies or a sheet cake – it’s frightening.) So, the first hurdle is eating better.
The second hurdle is regular cardio – whether it’s treadmill, stationery bike, or wii fit – I need to do it. While I do want to be a little lighter for my inaugural San Diego Comicon event in July (with yet another brilliant, charming, dashingly handsome fellow blogger) I don’t really need a special reason to want to be healthier. And, while evidence reflects that I may be losing the life-long battle of the bulge, I’m going down fighting…
…and I’m taking this tray of brownies with me!
After being away from work for several days, I got to adjust my countdown to retirement by several days – WOOHOO!
It was a tough first day back, but I survived my one-day work week, and I’m so ready for my 3-day weekend to begin. *smirk* To celebrate, I made a ruby red Cosmo in one of my favorite martini glasses:
I also walked about my house admiring my handy-work from yesterday. On display are some favorite items:
New giraffe dishes from the BF Jim (TBFJ):
“Old” bear dishes that have been stored away until yesterday:
My new Peanuts-only Cabinet including some new pieces I got from TBFJ for x-mas:
And my 2019 Australian man + dog calendar from a co-worker/friend:
Not a bad end to an extremely long (8.5 hour) work week.