Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Things That Go Doot In The Night
We bought Soot a new litter box the other day because the old one was too open, if you know what I mean. This one is cute...if that really matters in litter boxes...and it has a dome (looks like an igloo) and a ramp and very different from her first one, which was a box which we surrounded with a box for more privacy. We put it in our room because the other cat, Jake, who has a disease had used the one for Soot once when it was in another room and he's a messy cat, litterbox-wise. So we didn't want her to share his nastiness and I wasn't gonna clean TWO cats when I only have one! Jake takes medication that makes his poo runny so that's just gross. Good thing I don't have to deal with that! Soot's a dainty cat too so she would totally freak out if another cat shared her box. When he used her's she wouldn't even use it. I think, once he even snuck in the room and used it when we weren't around and Soot was going to use it and suddenly just freaked and ran out of the room. I didn't know why so I took a peak and there was this huge poo in there not even covered and Soot always covers her poo, Jake doesn't! We were totally grossed out.
Anyway! We've been kinda anxious to see whether she would use it or not because the first day she just walked up to it, slowly and sniffed it then walked away. Finally, we got worried because she hadn't gone to the bathroom the whole day so we took off the lid and she walked right to it and peed/urinated. ha Then later on we had to take it off again and she used it to poo. But there's a reason why there's a dome! We realized that it's really dark in there for her so I took the filter off the top so that some light would pour through...
The next day I caught her walking in and out of it, playfully jumping out and running in. So she finally got used to it, I thought. When I lifted off the dome there was a pee spot in the corner, uncovered! She always covers up because she's driven by cleanly devoir*. Later we took the dome off because she walked up to us and mewed. She went in and peed and didn't cover it again!! We decided it was because she was upset with the new box and was showing her displeasure. So we chased her and sniffed loudly, because it's worked for me when she used it but didn't cover it enough. Once, I sniffed and she ran back in the box and covered it over, but this time she refused! We were scolding her and she just stood there, in the corner, and didn't budge. Finally I picked her up, with a lot of struggling, took her to the litter box and took her paw and swiped the litter so it covered the pee, then she ran out and left. I decided to put the dome back on for the night, even though she hadn't gone poo yet. We still had our fingers crossed.
Then at 2:10 in the morning I woke up to scratching from the area of the litter box. And I thought, "oh my gosh, she's using it, with the dome!" and I was gonna wake up Rich while she scratched away, but thought against it, so I turned over to hug him and he woke up and sat up, "is she in there?", "yeah she's been in there for a while." "hmmp". And he turned over and went back to sleep. I, of course, didn't get to sleep til an hour later, I guess my body thought I was just taking a nap. Finally I drifted off and woke up half an hour ago. Okay have a good day everyone.
*Devoir means:
1 : duty, responsibility
2 : a usually formal act of civility or respect
Me.
We bought Soot a new litter box the other day because the old one was too open, if you know what I mean. This one is cute...if that really matters in litter boxes...and it has a dome (looks like an igloo) and a ramp and very different from her first one, which was a box which we surrounded with a box for more privacy. We put it in our room because the other cat, Jake, who has a disease had used the one for Soot once when it was in another room and he's a messy cat, litterbox-wise. So we didn't want her to share his nastiness and I wasn't gonna clean TWO cats when I only have one! Jake takes medication that makes his poo runny so that's just gross. Good thing I don't have to deal with that! Soot's a dainty cat too so she would totally freak out if another cat shared her box. When he used her's she wouldn't even use it. I think, once he even snuck in the room and used it when we weren't around and Soot was going to use it and suddenly just freaked and ran out of the room. I didn't know why so I took a peak and there was this huge poo in there not even covered and Soot always covers her poo, Jake doesn't! We were totally grossed out.
Anyway! We've been kinda anxious to see whether she would use it or not because the first day she just walked up to it, slowly and sniffed it then walked away. Finally, we got worried because she hadn't gone to the bathroom the whole day so we took off the lid and she walked right to it and peed/urinated. ha Then later on we had to take it off again and she used it to poo. But there's a reason why there's a dome! We realized that it's really dark in there for her so I took the filter off the top so that some light would pour through...
The next day I caught her walking in and out of it, playfully jumping out and running in. So she finally got used to it, I thought. When I lifted off the dome there was a pee spot in the corner, uncovered! She always covers up because she's driven by cleanly devoir*. Later we took the dome off because she walked up to us and mewed. She went in and peed and didn't cover it again!! We decided it was because she was upset with the new box and was showing her displeasure. So we chased her and sniffed loudly, because it's worked for me when she used it but didn't cover it enough. Once, I sniffed and she ran back in the box and covered it over, but this time she refused! We were scolding her and she just stood there, in the corner, and didn't budge. Finally I picked her up, with a lot of struggling, took her to the litter box and took her paw and swiped the litter so it covered the pee, then she ran out and left. I decided to put the dome back on for the night, even though she hadn't gone poo yet. We still had our fingers crossed.
Then at 2:10 in the morning I woke up to scratching from the area of the litter box. And I thought, "oh my gosh, she's using it, with the dome!" and I was gonna wake up Rich while she scratched away, but thought against it, so I turned over to hug him and he woke up and sat up, "is she in there?", "yeah she's been in there for a while." "hmmp". And he turned over and went back to sleep. I, of course, didn't get to sleep til an hour later, I guess my body thought I was just taking a nap. Finally I drifted off and woke up half an hour ago. Okay have a good day everyone.
*Devoir means:
1 : duty, responsibility
2 : a usually formal act of civility or respect
Me.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Sarcastic Post...
I'm fallin again. I just don't know though because I've fallin so many times and got my heart broken so many times that this time my heart is more guarded. I love him deeply but is he for real? He tells me he cares for me, this song is for you babes... I don't know. I have to watch out for myself, I've been hurt so many times that this girl is more cautious.
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" So I’m afraid to love
I’ve been hurt before
Gave out my heart
and it came out sore
I still carry those bruises
I still hold those bags
I’m older and wiser now
Pinned down by others flags
I’ve been concurred
I’m used up goods
Who wants to be recycled
Like and environmentalist ..should….
I’m afraid to love
Afraid to take a chance
So I write my list longer of all the things I want
All the things I’ll "never again"
And my options become very limited
And I feel awkward in situations with people I could like
If I wasn’t so damn picky
But then again- why shouldn’t I be picky?
But is love not picky?
"love finds you"
Do you really find it?
Out of a book? Answering a personal add? In the check out line?
I don’t know I’ve never tried
I run away from friendly smiles
[....]
Because its boobs not brains
Tits not talent
Pussy not pizzazz
Sex not sweetness
THAT’s love in the new millenium
And if that’s so I’ll either have to put out or get out of this dating game
Because it all ends the same- we look for love and feel ashamed that we opened up our hearts or our legs
And either settle, give up or keep dreaming
Or keep saying that dreaded phrase "I will never love again""
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Yeah yeah...heard it before you did and the generation before me heard it before you did and so on and so on. Nothing's ever new. Why not do something new? Don't let history repeat itself...
The above "poem" is from TeenAngstPoetry.com (now there's an outlet). The poem is by: Sara B. called
"I am home all alone and sick poem"
Hey angsters there are other categories as well, not only relationships! "I am all alone, no one understands", "Breakups" and "In Love" "You don't understand me so I hate you" "I wanna die" and a few other poems. Try it out if you feel a bit angst ridden...
good day all.
Me
I'm fallin again. I just don't know though because I've fallin so many times and got my heart broken so many times that this time my heart is more guarded. I love him deeply but is he for real? He tells me he cares for me, this song is for you babes... I don't know. I have to watch out for myself, I've been hurt so many times that this girl is more cautious.
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" So I’m afraid to love
I’ve been hurt before
Gave out my heart
and it came out sore
I still carry those bruises
I still hold those bags
I’m older and wiser now
Pinned down by others flags
I’ve been concurred
I’m used up goods
Who wants to be recycled
Like and environmentalist ..should….
I’m afraid to love
Afraid to take a chance
So I write my list longer of all the things I want
All the things I’ll "never again"
And my options become very limited
And I feel awkward in situations with people I could like
If I wasn’t so damn picky
But then again- why shouldn’t I be picky?
But is love not picky?
"love finds you"
Do you really find it?
Out of a book? Answering a personal add? In the check out line?
I don’t know I’ve never tried
I run away from friendly smiles
[....]
Because its boobs not brains
Tits not talent
Pussy not pizzazz
Sex not sweetness
THAT’s love in the new millenium
And if that’s so I’ll either have to put out or get out of this dating game
Because it all ends the same- we look for love and feel ashamed that we opened up our hearts or our legs
And either settle, give up or keep dreaming
Or keep saying that dreaded phrase "I will never love again""
------------------------------------------------------------
Yeah yeah...heard it before you did and the generation before me heard it before you did and so on and so on. Nothing's ever new. Why not do something new? Don't let history repeat itself...
The above "poem" is from TeenAngstPoetry.com (now there's an outlet). The poem is by: Sara B. called
"I am home all alone and sick poem"
Hey angsters there are other categories as well, not only relationships! "I am all alone, no one understands", "Breakups" and "In Love" "You don't understand me so I hate you" "I wanna die" and a few other poems. Try it out if you feel a bit angst ridden...
good day all.
Me
Monday, March 29, 2004
Riding Whales
Te tai/Still the tide's tenacious turmoil (from a poem by Megan Simmonds on Maori Heritage).
Hey if any of you ever get the chance, you should see this movie called "Whale Rider". Wonderful! It's about a 12 year old Maori* girl who wants to be the leader of her people. This is from Roger Ebert, who reviewed it and gave it 4 stars (out of 4): "Sounds too ethnic, uplifting and feminist, right? The genius of the movie is the way is sidesteps all of the obvious cliches of the underlying story and makes itself fresh, observant, tough and genuinely moving. There is a vast difference between movies for 12-year-old girls, and movies about 12-year-old girls, and "Whale Rider" proves it." Oh I cried through some parts, and sitting there, in the quiet parts all you could hear was sniffling. Rich liked it too. You would think it was all serious but it's actually interspersed with funny scenes and funny lines. I had trouble with their accent at first, for example the word "defend" would come out "de-feend"...Rich didn't seem to have any problems...he grew up with the Boston accent in his ear so I see how it was easy to understand. haha I think the word "hard" would be "hahd". Okay gotta run, just see the movie! Oh if you guys don't know about this site you should refer to it if you were thinking of seeing a certain movie or not. Click Here. Or you could just look up Roger Ebert's site on suntimes.com/ebert. You can also look through the archives by clicking "search" under the Ebert tab. Okay have a good day all! Gotta run.
*Maori means:
1 : a member of a Polynesian people native to New Zealand
2 : the Austronesian language of the Maori
Me.
Te tai/Still the tide's tenacious turmoil (from a poem by Megan Simmonds on Maori Heritage).
Hey if any of you ever get the chance, you should see this movie called "Whale Rider". Wonderful! It's about a 12 year old Maori* girl who wants to be the leader of her people. This is from Roger Ebert, who reviewed it and gave it 4 stars (out of 4): "Sounds too ethnic, uplifting and feminist, right? The genius of the movie is the way is sidesteps all of the obvious cliches of the underlying story and makes itself fresh, observant, tough and genuinely moving. There is a vast difference between movies for 12-year-old girls, and movies about 12-year-old girls, and "Whale Rider" proves it." Oh I cried through some parts, and sitting there, in the quiet parts all you could hear was sniffling. Rich liked it too. You would think it was all serious but it's actually interspersed with funny scenes and funny lines. I had trouble with their accent at first, for example the word "defend" would come out "de-feend"...Rich didn't seem to have any problems...he grew up with the Boston accent in his ear so I see how it was easy to understand. haha I think the word "hard" would be "hahd". Okay gotta run, just see the movie! Oh if you guys don't know about this site you should refer to it if you were thinking of seeing a certain movie or not. Click Here. Or you could just look up Roger Ebert's site on suntimes.com/ebert. You can also look through the archives by clicking "search" under the Ebert tab. Okay have a good day all! Gotta run.
*Maori means:
1 : a member of a Polynesian people native to New Zealand
2 : the Austronesian language of the Maori
Me.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Picture of the Week
This was taken only a few minutes ago, out on the cold, cold, gusty porch. You can sorta make out my upturned face in the pic. The rest you don't really want to see...i cropped it out for your viewing pleasure. Yes so there's our beautiful little kite in the wind. It was so gusty (no constant breeze) that it just flew in bursts. But we captured this one so enjoy!
Me
This was taken only a few minutes ago, out on the cold, cold, gusty porch. You can sorta make out my upturned face in the pic. The rest you don't really want to see...i cropped it out for your viewing pleasure. Yes so there's our beautiful little kite in the wind. It was so gusty (no constant breeze) that it just flew in bursts. But we captured this one so enjoy!
Me
Up To The Highest Heights
I felt it yesterday. The call of the wind. I was jonesen to fly a kite. Rich claimed that there was no wind out and I have to agree that looking out the window there were no signs of even a breath of air. But I knew better. It's a fact that by the beach it's always windier! So I excitedly started up my car and grabbed our kite and searched for my camera. After locating it I put it on the kitchen table so I could grab it on the way out. I decided against sneakers, preferring my J. Crew (shot to hell) flip flops, because we were going to the beach, and I knew that if I stepped in water I would be happier with flip flops rather than sneakers and socks that would make me squish around and if kept up long enough the skin on my feet would start peeling if kept wet and gross the whole time. That would definitely detract from the experience.
So I rushed out to try some quick kite flights from our porch while I waited for Rich to get ready. I got a few quick flights and I spun around laughing. I become simpleminded when I get kite flying in my blood (I think it's because my thoughts are in the clouds...haha). If flying a kite means you have to be slow witted then call me stupid. Finally we get in the car, (it was 61 degrees when we left the house and somewhat sunny) and I commented to Rich that maybe he should have brought a jacket but he wasn't sure since it was warm...but it's always colder at the beach because of the wind and so forth. When we got to the beach we noted that there were waves and that usually means wind, so we stepped out of the car and walked closer and not only were the waves surging but they were pretty high, so there was only a little strip of land to walk on! On stepping out we also noticed that there was a nice little breeze...
We quickly put our kite together and tried to get it up in the air. We noticed something black in the sky further down the beach from us and I was certain it was a kite but Rich said he thought it was a big black bird. I knew it couldn't have been a bird because it hovered so long in one spot without flapping and it didn't even land for a second.
Rich was at the helm* first but to no avail, there were several attempts, til we were all a little frustrated, finally he handed it over to me (master kite flyer extraordinaire) and zoom, up, up it flew! I was laughing and laughing, there went any type of modesty and composure I took care was all people saw on the beach. I made it loop-the-loop. I made it look like it was gonna come crashing down to earth only to have it zoom back up to flight at the last minute, I made it fly to the right and change its mind and fly to the left. Oh god, that was close to being inebriated that I've ever been. I kept calling to Rich to take over. I get like that often, I'm so intoxicated that I'm laughing and rolling that sometimes it's hard for me to concentrate on what I'm doing. If I'm in the kitchen chopping away at onions or celery or whatever and watching something funny, usually comedy central, I'll be laughing so hard my hands will lose all sense and I wont be able to chop until I sit down and breathe. Aunty Susie's little girls tell me I laugh too much. Screw you, you prigs*. I don't really mean that...haha
Back to kites. I finally let Rich take the wheel and he showed me the tecnique to "pop" it up into the air...so maybe it was his pop that allowed me to be the master kite flyer that I am...but I disagree. I'm just magical. haha (I'm sure I could have flown mine without any help!) So he had the kite and I was busy laughing and staring up (no wonder I have a little crick) that I didn't notice that his foot was right in the water. oops. Well I had my chance to give my feet a soaking as well as my jeans cuffs, but it was "all right, oh yeah, feels good" (sorry a song that was playing, Weezer). We were passed by this little boy (about 4 years old) holding a kite handle and I look up and there above me was a black bat. Bastards. Nice balloon! Where are the stunts, huh! little boy? That's right, I thought so.
We finally let up because the water had inched closer and closer to us and I almost killed a pink padded little baby when my kite came crashing at their feet. Whoops. The couple didn't notice, too enthralled by their baby, but she knew... So we headed home, cold everywhere. Rich asked if I finally got it out of my system, but I only smiled. That kinda high is hard not to get addicted to. So when we got home I went up to the kitchen and what did I find on the counter? My camera! Of course! So no picture of the week of our kite flying! I would have forgotten to take pictures even if I did bring it. So ended our flight...for the day anyway. I wouldn't chance it today since it's cooold and looks wet. It really is too windy...hmm. See y'all soon and have a good day.
*Helm means: a position of control : Head
*Prig means: one who offends or irritates by observance of proprieties (as of speech or manners) in a pointed manner or to an obnoxious degree
Me
I felt it yesterday. The call of the wind. I was jonesen to fly a kite. Rich claimed that there was no wind out and I have to agree that looking out the window there were no signs of even a breath of air. But I knew better. It's a fact that by the beach it's always windier! So I excitedly started up my car and grabbed our kite and searched for my camera. After locating it I put it on the kitchen table so I could grab it on the way out. I decided against sneakers, preferring my J. Crew (shot to hell) flip flops, because we were going to the beach, and I knew that if I stepped in water I would be happier with flip flops rather than sneakers and socks that would make me squish around and if kept up long enough the skin on my feet would start peeling if kept wet and gross the whole time. That would definitely detract from the experience.
So I rushed out to try some quick kite flights from our porch while I waited for Rich to get ready. I got a few quick flights and I spun around laughing. I become simpleminded when I get kite flying in my blood (I think it's because my thoughts are in the clouds...haha). If flying a kite means you have to be slow witted then call me stupid. Finally we get in the car, (it was 61 degrees when we left the house and somewhat sunny) and I commented to Rich that maybe he should have brought a jacket but he wasn't sure since it was warm...but it's always colder at the beach because of the wind and so forth. When we got to the beach we noted that there were waves and that usually means wind, so we stepped out of the car and walked closer and not only were the waves surging but they were pretty high, so there was only a little strip of land to walk on! On stepping out we also noticed that there was a nice little breeze...
We quickly put our kite together and tried to get it up in the air. We noticed something black in the sky further down the beach from us and I was certain it was a kite but Rich said he thought it was a big black bird. I knew it couldn't have been a bird because it hovered so long in one spot without flapping and it didn't even land for a second.
Rich was at the helm* first but to no avail, there were several attempts, til we were all a little frustrated, finally he handed it over to me (master kite flyer extraordinaire) and zoom, up, up it flew! I was laughing and laughing, there went any type of modesty and composure I took care was all people saw on the beach. I made it loop-the-loop. I made it look like it was gonna come crashing down to earth only to have it zoom back up to flight at the last minute, I made it fly to the right and change its mind and fly to the left. Oh god, that was close to being inebriated that I've ever been. I kept calling to Rich to take over. I get like that often, I'm so intoxicated that I'm laughing and rolling that sometimes it's hard for me to concentrate on what I'm doing. If I'm in the kitchen chopping away at onions or celery or whatever and watching something funny, usually comedy central, I'll be laughing so hard my hands will lose all sense and I wont be able to chop until I sit down and breathe. Aunty Susie's little girls tell me I laugh too much. Screw you, you prigs*. I don't really mean that...haha
Back to kites. I finally let Rich take the wheel and he showed me the tecnique to "pop" it up into the air...so maybe it was his pop that allowed me to be the master kite flyer that I am...but I disagree. I'm just magical. haha (I'm sure I could have flown mine without any help!) So he had the kite and I was busy laughing and staring up (no wonder I have a little crick) that I didn't notice that his foot was right in the water. oops. Well I had my chance to give my feet a soaking as well as my jeans cuffs, but it was "all right, oh yeah, feels good" (sorry a song that was playing, Weezer). We were passed by this little boy (about 4 years old) holding a kite handle and I look up and there above me was a black bat. Bastards. Nice balloon! Where are the stunts, huh! little boy? That's right, I thought so.
We finally let up because the water had inched closer and closer to us and I almost killed a pink padded little baby when my kite came crashing at their feet. Whoops. The couple didn't notice, too enthralled by their baby, but she knew... So we headed home, cold everywhere. Rich asked if I finally got it out of my system, but I only smiled. That kinda high is hard not to get addicted to. So when we got home I went up to the kitchen and what did I find on the counter? My camera! Of course! So no picture of the week of our kite flying! I would have forgotten to take pictures even if I did bring it. So ended our flight...for the day anyway. I wouldn't chance it today since it's cooold and looks wet. It really is too windy...hmm. See y'all soon and have a good day.
*Helm means: a position of control : Head
*Prig means: one who offends or irritates by observance of proprieties (as of speech or manners) in a pointed manner or to an obnoxious degree
Me
Saturday, March 27, 2004
Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that my brother was dead and that somehow his angry spirit was in the house. When I would walk into the room his spirit would close and lock the door behind me trapping me inside. The first few times it happened was almost done jokingly and the door would open when I put my hand to the knob but finally when I tried to open it the last few times he would bar it from me and all I could do was stand there struggling to get it open, and I could feel the anger driving at me from him and this made me furious, he was mocking me and I couldn't get out of the room. So after agonizing over being locked in, perspiration dripping down my face and fear and anger boiling inside of me I started screaming "Get out of this house! Open this door and get out! I don't want you here!" And the door opened. I could feel his bitterness and also the sadness towards me at being yelled at and told that he wasn't wanted but he finally drifted away. It almost broke my heart. I remember sobbing on the floor while Rich held me.
My nightmares and dreams are strange because I'm never in my body when it happens. I'm always floating nearby watching as I undergo whatever it is I'm doing. I still feel the emotions that my dream body may feel but I never see it 1st person, it's almost omnipotent, and I can even read what everyone else around me feels. In this nightmare I even followed my brother's spirit as he moved away even though I knew my body was collapsed on the floor weeping in the room. My whole body is drained from that experience. I even went to bed at 10 but instead of waking up at 6 I woke up at 8:30. All the muscles in my back and shoulders are tense and sore as if I really were trying to force a door open. I wonder if Rich heard me screaming, he often goes to bed late at night and tells me the next morning that I've spoken in my sleep. I'm emotionally drained as well and still feel tired! It looks like a dreary day out. Fits perfectly. Okay I gotta run.
Have a good day y'all.
Me.
Had a nightmare last night. I dreamt that my brother was dead and that somehow his angry spirit was in the house. When I would walk into the room his spirit would close and lock the door behind me trapping me inside. The first few times it happened was almost done jokingly and the door would open when I put my hand to the knob but finally when I tried to open it the last few times he would bar it from me and all I could do was stand there struggling to get it open, and I could feel the anger driving at me from him and this made me furious, he was mocking me and I couldn't get out of the room. So after agonizing over being locked in, perspiration dripping down my face and fear and anger boiling inside of me I started screaming "Get out of this house! Open this door and get out! I don't want you here!" And the door opened. I could feel his bitterness and also the sadness towards me at being yelled at and told that he wasn't wanted but he finally drifted away. It almost broke my heart. I remember sobbing on the floor while Rich held me.
My nightmares and dreams are strange because I'm never in my body when it happens. I'm always floating nearby watching as I undergo whatever it is I'm doing. I still feel the emotions that my dream body may feel but I never see it 1st person, it's almost omnipotent, and I can even read what everyone else around me feels. In this nightmare I even followed my brother's spirit as he moved away even though I knew my body was collapsed on the floor weeping in the room. My whole body is drained from that experience. I even went to bed at 10 but instead of waking up at 6 I woke up at 8:30. All the muscles in my back and shoulders are tense and sore as if I really were trying to force a door open. I wonder if Rich heard me screaming, he often goes to bed late at night and tells me the next morning that I've spoken in my sleep. I'm emotionally drained as well and still feel tired! It looks like a dreary day out. Fits perfectly. Okay I gotta run.
Have a good day y'all.
Me.
Friday, March 26, 2004
Let's Go Fly A Kite
This afternoon Rich and I tried to fly our kite but to no avail because there was no wind! Every once in a while a little burst of wind would cause our little craft to soar upwards striving to stay afloat but inevitably it would come crashing to the earth and we'd renew our exertions all over again. Although it was a beautiful day (63 degrees) it got to be hot and frustrating because of the lack of wind. So finally after about half an hour's worth of struggle we trudged back indoors. I heard it may be windy tomorrow, but also colder and perhaps even wet... Eh. It's a beautiful little kite too! With two handles for better steering and tons of string. I got it about three years ago and it's been in storage for a while. We took it out, once, to the high school field and flew it there for, what seemed like hours. It was great. I think we took it to the beach one year too, but maybe that's just me remembering people flying theirs on the beach. Before going in today, I held it closer and flew it around using centrifical or is it centrifugal? force spinning and dancing. If you heard someone screaming "wooo!, wooo, wooo!, wooo" that was me. I got Rich to spin around too and say "woo" except he whispered it more than screamed. Okay good night all.
Me
This afternoon Rich and I tried to fly our kite but to no avail because there was no wind! Every once in a while a little burst of wind would cause our little craft to soar upwards striving to stay afloat but inevitably it would come crashing to the earth and we'd renew our exertions all over again. Although it was a beautiful day (63 degrees) it got to be hot and frustrating because of the lack of wind. So finally after about half an hour's worth of struggle we trudged back indoors. I heard it may be windy tomorrow, but also colder and perhaps even wet... Eh. It's a beautiful little kite too! With two handles for better steering and tons of string. I got it about three years ago and it's been in storage for a while. We took it out, once, to the high school field and flew it there for, what seemed like hours. It was great. I think we took it to the beach one year too, but maybe that's just me remembering people flying theirs on the beach. Before going in today, I held it closer and flew it around using centrifical or is it centrifugal? force spinning and dancing. If you heard someone screaming "wooo!, wooo, wooo!, wooo" that was me. I got Rich to spin around too and say "woo" except he whispered it more than screamed. Okay good night all.
Me
Free Music
Oh geez, I forgot to mention this the other day...Amazon lets you download free music. Of course it's music that most of us have never heard (well the pop ones at least) by artists that aren't well known, but it's free and I've gotten a few. I still haven't browsed the classical section but I've gotten some good ragtime and instrumentals. Just go to Amazon.com and click the "music" tag, and under that tag is a link to "free downloads". Or just save yourself the trouble and click here! Oh and if you're a musician you can upload your music and have everyone hear what you do. Be famous! It's the wave of the future.
It's 60 outside and beautiful! woohoo.
Me
Oh geez, I forgot to mention this the other day...Amazon lets you download free music. Of course it's music that most of us have never heard (well the pop ones at least) by artists that aren't well known, but it's free and I've gotten a few. I still haven't browsed the classical section but I've gotten some good ragtime and instrumentals. Just go to Amazon.com and click the "music" tag, and under that tag is a link to "free downloads". Or just save yourself the trouble and click here! Oh and if you're a musician you can upload your music and have everyone hear what you do. Be famous! It's the wave of the future.
It's 60 outside and beautiful! woohoo.
Me
Book Report
Ooh warmer weather! The next few days promise to be nice, in the mid fifties and sunshine. I like that. I'm feeling good and I love the exhilaration of Spring and the total change of environment. By the way, I finished Eragon and must say that I would definitely read it again, it's good. I think I'll move to short stories again instead of a full novel for now. Oh by the way, I bought 5 more books the other day (much to Rich's chagrin, since I have a surfeit* of novels on the "to read" shelf above his head. I'm thinking of reading one of those 5 next, called Good Scent From A Strange Mountain by Robert Olen Butler (It's all short stories and won the Pulitzer Prize in 1993). I hope it's good, I read a few of them for a class I had about a year ago and those were good. There's some controversy over this book because its stories are about the impact of the Vietnam War on the Vietnamese, however, R. O. Butler is not Vietnamese but he writes it as one. Apparently the Vietnamese did not appreciate it. They doubted that he could write about their plight just by being a linguist (in Vietnamese) because he doesn't know it fully, that is the culture, traditions, everything really. Eh. I gotta run. See you all later, enjoy the weather!
Have a good day everyone!
If you want to see what was given the Pulitzer please click here.
*Surfeit means:
1 : an overabundant supply : excess
2 : an intemperate or immoderate indulgence in something (as food or drink)
3 : disgust caused by excess
Me.
Ooh warmer weather! The next few days promise to be nice, in the mid fifties and sunshine. I like that. I'm feeling good and I love the exhilaration of Spring and the total change of environment. By the way, I finished Eragon and must say that I would definitely read it again, it's good. I think I'll move to short stories again instead of a full novel for now. Oh by the way, I bought 5 more books the other day (much to Rich's chagrin, since I have a surfeit* of novels on the "to read" shelf above his head. I'm thinking of reading one of those 5 next, called Good Scent From A Strange Mountain by Robert Olen Butler (It's all short stories and won the Pulitzer Prize in 1993). I hope it's good, I read a few of them for a class I had about a year ago and those were good. There's some controversy over this book because its stories are about the impact of the Vietnam War on the Vietnamese, however, R. O. Butler is not Vietnamese but he writes it as one. Apparently the Vietnamese did not appreciate it. They doubted that he could write about their plight just by being a linguist (in Vietnamese) because he doesn't know it fully, that is the culture, traditions, everything really. Eh. I gotta run. See you all later, enjoy the weather!
Have a good day everyone!
If you want to see what was given the Pulitzer please click here.
*Surfeit means:
1 : an overabundant supply : excess
2 : an intemperate or immoderate indulgence in something (as food or drink)
3 : disgust caused by excess
Me.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
"The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea." James Joyce: Ulysses
Just a quick post, another news report, that I don't know too much about. However...NASA discovered a salty sea had once existed on Mars (last Tuesday). "The Mars rover Opportunity found rocks with a layering pattern, signs that they were formed in standing water. The rocks, found near the rover's landing site, also contained chlorine and bromine, further evidence that water covered the surface when the rocks were formed, scientists with the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) said." (this is from the Borneo Bulletin.) Here's a nice long article...with artist's renderings of a watery Mars click me!. Isn't it strange that we made up these aliens and called them "Martians" and now there may be evidence of life on Mars? I mean why not have said the "Venutians"? Why pick Mars? Venus is closer and easier to see in the night sky. Why not just say "sniglet"*?
Okay new poll coming up!
Have a great day everyone!
Oh a note! The "view results" are hard to see on the bottom of the poll but it's on the lower right hand side, before the dark green border starts...(where it is all the time).
*Sniglet means: Any word coined for something that has no specific name. Sniglets are known as words that don't appear in the dictionary but should.
Me.
Just a quick post, another news report, that I don't know too much about. However...NASA discovered a salty sea had once existed on Mars (last Tuesday). "The Mars rover Opportunity found rocks with a layering pattern, signs that they were formed in standing water. The rocks, found near the rover's landing site, also contained chlorine and bromine, further evidence that water covered the surface when the rocks were formed, scientists with the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) said." (this is from the Borneo Bulletin.) Here's a nice long article...with artist's renderings of a watery Mars click me!. Isn't it strange that we made up these aliens and called them "Martians" and now there may be evidence of life on Mars? I mean why not have said the "Venutians"? Why pick Mars? Venus is closer and easier to see in the night sky. Why not just say "sniglet"*?
Okay new poll coming up!
Have a great day everyone!
Oh a note! The "view results" are hard to see on the bottom of the poll but it's on the lower right hand side, before the dark green border starts...(where it is all the time).
*Sniglet means: Any word coined for something that has no specific name. Sniglets are known as words that don't appear in the dictionary but should.
Me.
Me and My Big Mouth
Oh gosh this is amusing...Scientists from UPenn discovered this mutation in our jaw muscle that allowed for our jaw muscles to be weaker, unlike the other primates, (chimps and gorillas). The weaker muscle mutation caused room to grow thus creating a bigger brain and thus those early humans were smarter, therefore, more likely to elude death and pass on their genes. Now doesn't that make you wonder about people who have big mouths...It's jaw dropping, isn't it? For more info here's the article from the Seattle Times.
Me.
Oh gosh this is amusing...Scientists from UPenn discovered this mutation in our jaw muscle that allowed for our jaw muscles to be weaker, unlike the other primates, (chimps and gorillas). The weaker muscle mutation caused room to grow thus creating a bigger brain and thus those early humans were smarter, therefore, more likely to elude death and pass on their genes. Now doesn't that make you wonder about people who have big mouths...It's jaw dropping, isn't it? For more info here's the article from the Seattle Times.
Me.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Movies and Music
I watched "Gothika" yesterday and I woulda given it a nice round 3 stars but then the last bit of it was terry-bull! What was with the ending, with the semi-dumb/drugged guy who lumbered around trying to be funny? Wha? I wont ruin it for anyone who hasn't watched it. I say watch it til she is in the sheriff's office, then just turn it off. I mean, unless you're dumb you'd have known that there wasn't one but two people even before she finds out about...whoops too much info. Good thing I caught myself. There were "good" parts like the scene in front of the mirror, and even the beginning. It was well done, but I felt as if they had to rush the end and just finish it. Also, in my mind, wasn't she still guilty? In other peoples' minds she's insane. Whatever, I'll leave it at that. 2 stars. Now that I think about it, for having such a bad ending (you just gotta end right) 1 star!
Last night was "country" night on A.I. Almost the acid test* (for me) for who would be more experimental, fun and different. I was afraid that someone would pick a "crossover" country singer's song, that sounded nothing like country, (in my definition of "country" music) but more pop-y. Like Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like A Woman"...huh. What do I say? A lot of it was "safe", to use the judges' term. I wanted something different from what I heard last night. I wanted COUNTRY. The whole point is to challenge them and to see their range but most of them picked songs that may have been country but were also pop songs...ugh. I think it may come down to Jasmine and La Toya, because they look good and sing well. I'm leaning toward La Toya because she's much more confident in performing and she has better control of her voice, (i think that's due to age and her wedding singer job). Jasmine didn't sing well last night and she chose a song that was eh. But she has a very sweet voice and she's cute. However, the outcome may be very different. We came up with this theory, (since the first A.I.) that the people who make it to the end usually live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and would always have an unwavering devotion to that one finalist, resulting in a huge and consistent block of votes. Now the only question is, who has a bigger town...a bit ironic, don't you think? So Diana may just be there til the end. I have to run. Have a good day all!
*Acid test means: A crucial test to establish the worth or genuineness of something.
Be good.
Me.
I watched "Gothika" yesterday and I woulda given it a nice round 3 stars but then the last bit of it was terry-bull! What was with the ending, with the semi-dumb/drugged guy who lumbered around trying to be funny? Wha? I wont ruin it for anyone who hasn't watched it. I say watch it til she is in the sheriff's office, then just turn it off. I mean, unless you're dumb you'd have known that there wasn't one but two people even before she finds out about...whoops too much info. Good thing I caught myself. There were "good" parts like the scene in front of the mirror, and even the beginning. It was well done, but I felt as if they had to rush the end and just finish it. Also, in my mind, wasn't she still guilty? In other peoples' minds she's insane. Whatever, I'll leave it at that. 2 stars. Now that I think about it, for having such a bad ending (you just gotta end right) 1 star!
Last night was "country" night on A.I. Almost the acid test* (for me) for who would be more experimental, fun and different. I was afraid that someone would pick a "crossover" country singer's song, that sounded nothing like country, (in my definition of "country" music) but more pop-y. Like Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like A Woman"...huh. What do I say? A lot of it was "safe", to use the judges' term. I wanted something different from what I heard last night. I wanted COUNTRY. The whole point is to challenge them and to see their range but most of them picked songs that may have been country but were also pop songs...ugh. I think it may come down to Jasmine and La Toya, because they look good and sing well. I'm leaning toward La Toya because she's much more confident in performing and she has better control of her voice, (i think that's due to age and her wedding singer job). Jasmine didn't sing well last night and she chose a song that was eh. But she has a very sweet voice and she's cute. However, the outcome may be very different. We came up with this theory, (since the first A.I.) that the people who make it to the end usually live in a small town where everyone knows everyone and would always have an unwavering devotion to that one finalist, resulting in a huge and consistent block of votes. Now the only question is, who has a bigger town...a bit ironic, don't you think? So Diana may just be there til the end. I have to run. Have a good day all!
*Acid test means: A crucial test to establish the worth or genuineness of something.
Be good.
Me.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Boys and Hair
I think it's a bad idea to read the Prydain Chronicles and Eragon at the same time because every time I read Eragon's doings I have Taran's history in the back of my mind and though I haven't gotten them confused I'm starting to compare each of them negatively, and it's starting to blur a little. I'd tell myself "Oh Taran would never do it that way!" or "Why doesn't Taran just use magic?" Well that's what happens. Rich asked me last night which one I liked better and I'd have to say the Prydain Chronicles just because I don't think the writing in Eragon is smooth enough. But I thought about it some more and I wonder if maybe I was influenced into thinking that the writing isn't as "smooth" because I know that it was written by a 19 year old. I ask pardon from the 19 year olds of the world, but I guess I'm getting old, this must be ageism, although I am only a little bit older. haha I forgive him (Paolini) because it's a children's book so the smoothness may not be a big deal. Alright, alright! I'll just read it for pleasure without being the discerning reader. Maybe "smoothness" is just an excuse, but something bugs me, it's visceral* and nothing more ( I just can't give you a good reason).
Next...oh dear should I post this in a new blog? I know Rich'll say yes but I'm too lazy.
I'm growing my hair out. Every summer I cut my hair short, mostly cut back whatever grew during the winter and wear something up to my chin. Two summers ago I wanted bangs and so I went ahead and cut it off. When the scissors were pulled away I realized that I looked a bit freakish with this straight bang thing across my head and short hair. The next summer I chopped it off again...This summer I'm not going to! I'll probably chop off two inches because I need to keep it clean (looking) and split free but other than that no more! It's past my shoulders now and will get longer as the months go by...hopefully. The only problem with having longer hair is that it seems to get in the way when I'm sleeping with Rich or when more physical activities occur. I guess I could put it up and I do that most of the time but some times that's not always the first thing on my mind... heh.
Speaking of hair...here's a pic of the hair I chopped off last summer? or two summers ago. Don't ask why I have it. It's just laying around and sometimes finds itself under the bed so that when I reach my hand under the bed it's texture scares me half to death, thinking it's a mouse or some dead creature that Soot tucked under there for safe keeping. Rich and I say it's roughly 6 inches. haha
*Visceral means:
1. Related to viscera.
2. Instinctive, not reasoning or intellectual.
3. Dealing with base emotions; earthy, crude.
Have a good day everyone! Peace and love.
Me.
I think it's a bad idea to read the Prydain Chronicles and Eragon at the same time because every time I read Eragon's doings I have Taran's history in the back of my mind and though I haven't gotten them confused I'm starting to compare each of them negatively, and it's starting to blur a little. I'd tell myself "Oh Taran would never do it that way!" or "Why doesn't Taran just use magic?" Well that's what happens. Rich asked me last night which one I liked better and I'd have to say the Prydain Chronicles just because I don't think the writing in Eragon is smooth enough. But I thought about it some more and I wonder if maybe I was influenced into thinking that the writing isn't as "smooth" because I know that it was written by a 19 year old. I ask pardon from the 19 year olds of the world, but I guess I'm getting old, this must be ageism, although I am only a little bit older. haha I forgive him (Paolini) because it's a children's book so the smoothness may not be a big deal. Alright, alright! I'll just read it for pleasure without being the discerning reader. Maybe "smoothness" is just an excuse, but something bugs me, it's visceral* and nothing more ( I just can't give you a good reason).
Next...oh dear should I post this in a new blog? I know Rich'll say yes but I'm too lazy.
I'm growing my hair out. Every summer I cut my hair short, mostly cut back whatever grew during the winter and wear something up to my chin. Two summers ago I wanted bangs and so I went ahead and cut it off. When the scissors were pulled away I realized that I looked a bit freakish with this straight bang thing across my head and short hair. The next summer I chopped it off again...This summer I'm not going to! I'll probably chop off two inches because I need to keep it clean (looking) and split free but other than that no more! It's past my shoulders now and will get longer as the months go by...hopefully. The only problem with having longer hair is that it seems to get in the way when I'm sleeping with Rich or when more physical activities occur. I guess I could put it up and I do that most of the time but some times that's not always the first thing on my mind... heh.
Speaking of hair...here's a pic of the hair I chopped off last summer? or two summers ago. Don't ask why I have it. It's just laying around and sometimes finds itself under the bed so that when I reach my hand under the bed it's texture scares me half to death, thinking it's a mouse or some dead creature that Soot tucked under there for safe keeping. Rich and I say it's roughly 6 inches. haha
*Visceral means:
1. Related to viscera.
2. Instinctive, not reasoning or intellectual.
3. Dealing with base emotions; earthy, crude.
Have a good day everyone! Peace and love.
Me.
Monday, March 22, 2004
Writing, Writers and Buying Music
Gosh, I didn't get to bed til 4 this morning! I wont get into that but it was uncomfortable...anyway...I'm tired. Just listening to Stern now...
I always balk at the thought that writers do research for their novels but that's not that part I balk at, it's the fact that many of them travel everywhere for their research and it just seems like so much trouble (to me anyway). So far my research has only been through emails, the internet and books. But what if, one day I had to travel to some ossuary* or had to write about astroblemes*? (had to make up for missing yesterday's W.O.T.D.). I know many travel to another continent for research. I'm sure many of them find it pleasurable and maybe even count it as a vacation but I don't know if I'd like to travel to some place that I don't have positive associations with, like imagine writing about concentration camps or just prisons in general? Well maybe I'll just never write about that area or place. That's a solution.
I was planning to buy some Vivaldi music that I found yesterday. I just realized that I like the sound of cellos. Something about Vivaldi...his music is so lively and energetic. So once I buy them I'll post a new cover for the "Aural Pleasure" section on this site. huh! Okay I'm going. blah blah blah!!! Also not, all the songs I have are for cellos, it's just that most of them are...problem with a cello is that you have to learn how to sit indecently...haha
1.*Ossuary means: A place or container for depositing the bones of the dead.
2.*Astroblemes means: A scar on the earth's surface caused by the impact of a meteorite. (Sort of looks like astro-blemish).
Oh yeah, new poll, I think it's interesting what people think is a good weapon (from those listed).
Have a swell day all.
Me.
Gosh, I didn't get to bed til 4 this morning! I wont get into that but it was uncomfortable...anyway...I'm tired. Just listening to Stern now...
I always balk at the thought that writers do research for their novels but that's not that part I balk at, it's the fact that many of them travel everywhere for their research and it just seems like so much trouble (to me anyway). So far my research has only been through emails, the internet and books. But what if, one day I had to travel to some ossuary* or had to write about astroblemes*? (had to make up for missing yesterday's W.O.T.D.). I know many travel to another continent for research. I'm sure many of them find it pleasurable and maybe even count it as a vacation but I don't know if I'd like to travel to some place that I don't have positive associations with, like imagine writing about concentration camps or just prisons in general? Well maybe I'll just never write about that area or place. That's a solution.
I was planning to buy some Vivaldi music that I found yesterday. I just realized that I like the sound of cellos. Something about Vivaldi...his music is so lively and energetic. So once I buy them I'll post a new cover for the "Aural Pleasure" section on this site. huh! Okay I'm going. blah blah blah!!! Also not, all the songs I have are for cellos, it's just that most of them are...problem with a cello is that you have to learn how to sit indecently...haha
1.*Ossuary means: A place or container for depositing the bones of the dead.
2.*Astroblemes means: A scar on the earth's surface caused by the impact of a meteorite. (Sort of looks like astro-blemish).
Oh yeah, new poll, I think it's interesting what people think is a good weapon (from those listed).
Have a swell day all.
Me.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
This picture was taken some time last week when Rich and I went to Lowes for sand. It's intriguing 'cause of the repetition of the tubular form (well to me anyway), and the opposition of shapes, some horizontal and the others vertical. It reminds me of some prehistoric snake skins lined up...it's that dusty too. Okay gotta go for now. Research and all that.
Me
Saturday, March 20, 2004
Mythic, Magic, Linguistic
I looked up that school that teaches Sindarin Elvish, it's called Turves Green Boys' Technology College in Birmingham England. (Note, they call it college but it's high school, their college is called university.) I think that's what confused me, Tim. This language (Sindarin) is based, loosely on Welsh and is considered the conversational of his two languages. The other language, Quenya, is loosely based on Finnish and is more the ceremonial language. Funnily or not, Tolkien never left any word that means "to love"...isn't that just like a man? One film, in a scene between Arwen and Aragorn, they use the word "aniron"="I want" in place of "I love". Well maybe he didn't add the word "i love" because his elves just didn't see life in those terms...
I looked out of the window, on my way to get food for Sooty, and beheld bunny tracks on the snow in our front lawn. I wonder if it's the same bunny from last summer. Those fecund* rabbits! For all I know, these tracks may be from the 5th generation already. I'm inspired to take pictures for the Pic of the week. I just don't know if I'll be able to brave the cold just yet...it's only 26 degrees outside.
*Fecund means: 1 : fruitful in offspring or vegetation : prolific
2 : intellectually productive or inventive to a marked degree
Happy Spring Day Everyone! Oh by the way, I think Bambi's word for Spring and love is "twitterpated", or was it owl's word for it?
Me
I looked up that school that teaches Sindarin Elvish, it's called Turves Green Boys' Technology College in Birmingham England. (Note, they call it college but it's high school, their college is called university.) I think that's what confused me, Tim. This language (Sindarin) is based, loosely on Welsh and is considered the conversational of his two languages. The other language, Quenya, is loosely based on Finnish and is more the ceremonial language. Funnily or not, Tolkien never left any word that means "to love"...isn't that just like a man? One film, in a scene between Arwen and Aragorn, they use the word "aniron"="I want" in place of "I love". Well maybe he didn't add the word "i love" because his elves just didn't see life in those terms...
I looked out of the window, on my way to get food for Sooty, and beheld bunny tracks on the snow in our front lawn. I wonder if it's the same bunny from last summer. Those fecund* rabbits! For all I know, these tracks may be from the 5th generation already. I'm inspired to take pictures for the Pic of the week. I just don't know if I'll be able to brave the cold just yet...it's only 26 degrees outside.
*Fecund means: 1 : fruitful in offspring or vegetation : prolific
2 : intellectually productive or inventive to a marked degree
Happy Spring Day Everyone! Oh by the way, I think Bambi's word for Spring and love is "twitterpated", or was it owl's word for it?
Me
Friday, March 19, 2004
Dragons scales and other tales
I got to read some of that Eragon today, actually got to page 41, I must admit that it's decent. I say this grudgingly because I didn't want anything to compare to Harry Potter and L.O.T.R. It borrows, of course, but even Potter borrows from others too. This just struck me, but hey Tim, if you ever read this, didn't you once mention that there were classes being taught in an English University on speaking one elvish (elvin?) language that J.R. invented? If you could clarify this, I'd be grateful. Back to Eragon (if I haven't mentioned this before it's the word "dragon" with and "e" instead of a "d"), it's middle agey, a time of elves, magic and dragons, tiny villages scattered and sparse, a lone "heroic" figure, young still, not even in "manhood". That's "borrowed", because it seems only the pure and innocent children (or in the case of L.O.T.R., childlike) can "save" the world. I wonder if there will be a twist, it seems to follow the set path but it's early yet. He stumbles...oh, I wont ruin it for others. For now, I'll just return to reading it.
I thought of writing a "love" poem today and even had a good phrase that made me stop and feel satisfied that I had written something "quoteable". I'm not the love poem type and so this is a strange departure for me but it's good exercise. At first it was going to be a love-of-spring kinda poem but then it shifted and I thought it would be nice to write a love poem of "today" about someone. Not mushy (in my definition of mushy) but I don't know how it'll turn out, it may even lead me back to spring. Well Spring is a season for love. This I learned from Bambi. By the way, tomorrow is the first day of spring. Primavera.
Have a good weekend everyone. Night night.
Me.
I got to read some of that Eragon today, actually got to page 41, I must admit that it's decent. I say this grudgingly because I didn't want anything to compare to Harry Potter and L.O.T.R. It borrows, of course, but even Potter borrows from others too. This just struck me, but hey Tim, if you ever read this, didn't you once mention that there were classes being taught in an English University on speaking one elvish (elvin?) language that J.R. invented? If you could clarify this, I'd be grateful. Back to Eragon (if I haven't mentioned this before it's the word "dragon" with and "e" instead of a "d"), it's middle agey, a time of elves, magic and dragons, tiny villages scattered and sparse, a lone "heroic" figure, young still, not even in "manhood". That's "borrowed", because it seems only the pure and innocent children (or in the case of L.O.T.R., childlike) can "save" the world. I wonder if there will be a twist, it seems to follow the set path but it's early yet. He stumbles...oh, I wont ruin it for others. For now, I'll just return to reading it.
I thought of writing a "love" poem today and even had a good phrase that made me stop and feel satisfied that I had written something "quoteable". I'm not the love poem type and so this is a strange departure for me but it's good exercise. At first it was going to be a love-of-spring kinda poem but then it shifted and I thought it would be nice to write a love poem of "today" about someone. Not mushy (in my definition of mushy) but I don't know how it'll turn out, it may even lead me back to spring. Well Spring is a season for love. This I learned from Bambi. By the way, tomorrow is the first day of spring. Primavera.
Have a good weekend everyone. Night night.
Me.
Palabra del Dia
tabula rasa (TAB-yuh-luh RAH-sa, -za) noun, plural tabulae rasae (TAB-yuh-lee
RA-see, -ze)
1. The mind before it receives the impressions gained from experience.
The unformed, featureless mind in the philosophy of John Locke.
2. A need or an opportunity to start from the beginning.
(No it is not spanish). (Literally translates to tablet erased, or blank slate).
tabula rasa (TAB-yuh-luh RAH-sa, -za) noun, plural tabulae rasae (TAB-yuh-lee
RA-see, -ze)
1. The mind before it receives the impressions gained from experience.
The unformed, featureless mind in the philosophy of John Locke.
2. A need or an opportunity to start from the beginning.
(No it is not spanish). (Literally translates to tablet erased, or blank slate).
My Cup Runneth Over
T.S. Eliot once said "You are the music while the music lasts". I just read Three Junes by Julia Glass and it was stunning, and envy producing, and just plain good. My favorite books, (as if I've never said this before) are the ones that make me live with them and when it's done I continue the saga in my mind. If you ever get the chance you should read it. I'll wait til the end of the year review to "review" it. I'm beginning a new book, mentioned a few handful of posts ago. Eragon by Christopher Paolini, who was only 19 when he wrote it. I've heard and read that it is a good book. Another Lord of the Rings type. Rich and I are still reading book 4 (Taran the Wanderer) of the Prydain Chronicles. It started out slow but I think it's finally picking up. I miss Eilonwy and the antics of having a "fellowship", even Fflewddur Fflamm wants out of it...haha. A clarification, under my "Aural Pleasure" i posted Louis and the Good Book but I only have one song that I like (the rest I didn't even get a chance to listen to) which was "Go Down, Moses" which I love listening to. It's good, makes you wanna go dancing...or at the very least shake your head and snap your fingers. It's almost indecent because it's a spiritual song, but I don't think God minds that much. That's it for now. It's cold, cold, cold. Gotta run. Have a good day y'all!
Me
T.S. Eliot once said "You are the music while the music lasts". I just read Three Junes by Julia Glass and it was stunning, and envy producing, and just plain good. My favorite books, (as if I've never said this before) are the ones that make me live with them and when it's done I continue the saga in my mind. If you ever get the chance you should read it. I'll wait til the end of the year review to "review" it. I'm beginning a new book, mentioned a few handful of posts ago. Eragon by Christopher Paolini, who was only 19 when he wrote it. I've heard and read that it is a good book. Another Lord of the Rings type. Rich and I are still reading book 4 (Taran the Wanderer) of the Prydain Chronicles. It started out slow but I think it's finally picking up. I miss Eilonwy and the antics of having a "fellowship", even Fflewddur Fflamm wants out of it...haha. A clarification, under my "Aural Pleasure" i posted Louis and the Good Book but I only have one song that I like (the rest I didn't even get a chance to listen to) which was "Go Down, Moses" which I love listening to. It's good, makes you wanna go dancing...or at the very least shake your head and snap your fingers. It's almost indecent because it's a spiritual song, but I don't think God minds that much. That's it for now. It's cold, cold, cold. Gotta run. Have a good day y'all!
Me
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Hanging Out To Dry
I forgot my laundry in the dryer and it's been there overnight! I hate that. Now, when I go down there it'll be as cold as a witch's teat. Then I have to let it run for a while longer and trudge back upstairs and then trudge back downstairs when the appointed time is up, possibly with a terrier in wait for some body part of mine that she'd like to lick, nasty dog.
Discussions and even minor greetings are, at the moment a minimum. I have to be the one to engage you and I'm left waiting for a response. So there's a problem there. To be honest, I dislike your choice of friends, and had hoped and believed that you were smart enough to choose better ones. This is the first and last time that I put you down over your choice of friendship, but ours is on the brink because you can't even give me a heads up. Can't you even be the one to uphold some semblance of amity towards me? (Halfway?)
Just came back from the dryer and happily someone has placed it all on the ironing board, so it's dry and warm. Good. That takes care of one thing.
You know I'll love you unconditionally, and I understand that your perception of things have changed, that's what comes with growing up, but don't grow up to be an assh@le. As for your friends, always choose friends who are smarter than you because that way you'll "learn and earn", but if they're not above you, you'll be dragged down to their level. I'm sure you already know that...(i hope). My desideratum* is for you to talk to me about anything and never be afraid to say whatever it is you need to say. Maybe I act too much like a mother...? I understand you need some space and time alone, or else if you were too confined you'd never grow...like plants. But if you aren't given limits and shown a path to grow, you'd be too unruly and you'd never grow to be something worth looking at. (Even more plant metaphors).
In addition I have to realize what I say to you, and sometimes, silly me, I'll say something that later I'll realize you may twist around. I'll try not to do that. haha. Don't leave me hanging out to dry. Talk to me, I can't assure you I'll be able to read your mind, it was so much easier before...haha, but it's easier to read minds when you're familiar with someone. Don't be unfamiliar.
Me
*Desideratum means: : something desired as essential.
I forgot my laundry in the dryer and it's been there overnight! I hate that. Now, when I go down there it'll be as cold as a witch's teat. Then I have to let it run for a while longer and trudge back upstairs and then trudge back downstairs when the appointed time is up, possibly with a terrier in wait for some body part of mine that she'd like to lick, nasty dog.
Discussions and even minor greetings are, at the moment a minimum. I have to be the one to engage you and I'm left waiting for a response. So there's a problem there. To be honest, I dislike your choice of friends, and had hoped and believed that you were smart enough to choose better ones. This is the first and last time that I put you down over your choice of friendship, but ours is on the brink because you can't even give me a heads up. Can't you even be the one to uphold some semblance of amity towards me? (Halfway?)
Just came back from the dryer and happily someone has placed it all on the ironing board, so it's dry and warm. Good. That takes care of one thing.
You know I'll love you unconditionally, and I understand that your perception of things have changed, that's what comes with growing up, but don't grow up to be an assh@le. As for your friends, always choose friends who are smarter than you because that way you'll "learn and earn", but if they're not above you, you'll be dragged down to their level. I'm sure you already know that...(i hope). My desideratum* is for you to talk to me about anything and never be afraid to say whatever it is you need to say. Maybe I act too much like a mother...? I understand you need some space and time alone, or else if you were too confined you'd never grow...like plants. But if you aren't given limits and shown a path to grow, you'd be too unruly and you'd never grow to be something worth looking at. (Even more plant metaphors).
In addition I have to realize what I say to you, and sometimes, silly me, I'll say something that later I'll realize you may twist around. I'll try not to do that. haha. Don't leave me hanging out to dry. Talk to me, I can't assure you I'll be able to read your mind, it was so much easier before...haha, but it's easier to read minds when you're familiar with someone. Don't be unfamiliar.
Me
*Desideratum means: : something desired as essential.
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Lumps and Bumps
Gosh I woke up this morning, went to the bathroom and found this huge zit on the left zide of my upper lip... I would post a pic but then you guys would probably detect the little boy's mustache i'm sporting this season. Hmm. But the funnier thing is Rich seems to have an ingrown hair on his upper lip, on the right side, and he's the one who grooms his mustache, so when we kiss they touch and it's like we're trying to activate wonder zit power! Haha. Sorry sweetie, it's just so funny.
Okay gotta go. Oh check out this poem, the first two lines are recited by Willy Wonka in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory":
It's by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. I happen to like it a lot, and it rhymes...(this isn't the full poem but I like where it ends)
Ode
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh* with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881
*Nineveh: ancient city capital of Assyria; ruins in Iraq on the Tigris opposite Mosul. (Here's your Iraq and Tigris, Rich).
Enjoy,
Me
Gosh I woke up this morning, went to the bathroom and found this huge zit on the left zide of my upper lip... I would post a pic but then you guys would probably detect the little boy's mustache i'm sporting this season. Hmm. But the funnier thing is Rich seems to have an ingrown hair on his upper lip, on the right side, and he's the one who grooms his mustache, so when we kiss they touch and it's like we're trying to activate wonder zit power! Haha. Sorry sweetie, it's just so funny.
Okay gotta go. Oh check out this poem, the first two lines are recited by Willy Wonka in "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory":
It's by Arthur O'Shaughnessy. I happen to like it a lot, and it rhymes...(this isn't the full poem but I like where it ends)
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams;
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh* with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 1844–1881
*Nineveh: ancient city capital of Assyria; ruins in Iraq on the Tigris opposite Mosul. (Here's your Iraq and Tigris, Rich).
Enjoy,
Me
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Hey all! Happy St. Patrick's Day. It's a cold, sludgey, blustery day. I feel a bit sorry for the marchers on parade. In high school I was a baton twirler and you can imagine the chill that marching through streets for St. Patrick's Day brings. Especially in our skirts and sweatshirts. It wasn't constant marching either, we had to stop and keep formation several times. But all I can do is imagine because all I can remember are good times, and the nice looking Stepinac Marching Band in front of us. Haha. I also remember a skirted (kilted) man flirting with us, and when asked if he were cold in that lovely garb he exclaimed that he liked a "breeze in the nethers". Imagine that in an Irish brogue.
Here is a poem by famed poet, Seamus Heaney (winner of the Noble Prize 1995 in Literature) in honor of St. Paddy's.
It's great because it fits in a lot of ways to stuff that's going on in my life.
The Haw Lantern
The wintry haw is burning out of season,
crab of the thorn, a small light for small people,
wanting no more from them but that they keep
the wick of self-respect from dying out,
not having to blind them with illumination.
But sometimes when your breath plumes in the frost
it takes the roaming shape of Diogenes*
with his lantern, seeking one just man;
so you end up scrutinized from behind the haw
he holds up at eye-level on its twig,
and you flinch before its bonded pith and stone,
its blood-prick that you wish would test and clear you,
its pecked-at ripeness that scans you, then moves on.
By Seamus Heaney
From "The Haw Lantern", 1987
*Diogenes d circa 320 B.C. Greek Cynic philosopher; advocated asceticism, self-sufficiency, freedom from convention, moral zeal.
You all should see the many definitions of "haw", but in this respect it may mean "hawthorn bush" or "hedge".
I must sit and analyze it but it's first impressions make me nod. Yes.
Good Day.
Me
Hey all! Happy St. Patrick's Day. It's a cold, sludgey, blustery day. I feel a bit sorry for the marchers on parade. In high school I was a baton twirler and you can imagine the chill that marching through streets for St. Patrick's Day brings. Especially in our skirts and sweatshirts. It wasn't constant marching either, we had to stop and keep formation several times. But all I can do is imagine because all I can remember are good times, and the nice looking Stepinac Marching Band in front of us. Haha. I also remember a skirted (kilted) man flirting with us, and when asked if he were cold in that lovely garb he exclaimed that he liked a "breeze in the nethers". Imagine that in an Irish brogue.
Here is a poem by famed poet, Seamus Heaney (winner of the Noble Prize 1995 in Literature) in honor of St. Paddy's.
It's great because it fits in a lot of ways to stuff that's going on in my life.
The Haw Lantern
The wintry haw is burning out of season,
crab of the thorn, a small light for small people,
wanting no more from them but that they keep
the wick of self-respect from dying out,
not having to blind them with illumination.
But sometimes when your breath plumes in the frost
it takes the roaming shape of Diogenes*
with his lantern, seeking one just man;
so you end up scrutinized from behind the haw
he holds up at eye-level on its twig,
and you flinch before its bonded pith and stone,
its blood-prick that you wish would test and clear you,
its pecked-at ripeness that scans you, then moves on.
By Seamus Heaney
From "The Haw Lantern", 1987
*Diogenes d circa 320 B.C. Greek Cynic philosopher; advocated asceticism, self-sufficiency, freedom from convention, moral zeal.
You all should see the many definitions of "haw", but in this respect it may mean "hawthorn bush" or "hedge".
I must sit and analyze it but it's first impressions make me nod. Yes.
Good Day.
Me
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Feminine Mystique
You know how women who live together (or work in groups), such as in dorms, tend to become in sync with their menstrual cycle...i think it may be called Menstrual Synchrony. Well...I think my cat and I may have follicular synchrony. I'm shedding hair like a mo-fo and so is she. I can't seem to stop her shedding no matter how many times we brush her during the day. My own hair seems to do the same thing. I wake up with hair tangled around my ankles, Rich finds them as bookmarks, they're just everywhere. I don't know what to do! It just started. We must know that spring is coming and we're lightening our load... haha. It's just that time of the month.
Speaking of period jokes and such...there's no end of it on Slashdot after the posting of the first printer for females by females. Hallelujah Epson! It's cute. It has a handle too. Haha
Snow Show
The snow has somewhat abated, but it's still pressing on. I just heard the plow scrape against the road outside, and the cars whizzing across the wet pavement. It's lulling me to sleep and I'm waiting to be tucked into bed. Night night everyone. Maybe I'll take pictures tomorrow.
Me.
You know how women who live together (or work in groups), such as in dorms, tend to become in sync with their menstrual cycle...i think it may be called Menstrual Synchrony. Well...I think my cat and I may have follicular synchrony. I'm shedding hair like a mo-fo and so is she. I can't seem to stop her shedding no matter how many times we brush her during the day. My own hair seems to do the same thing. I wake up with hair tangled around my ankles, Rich finds them as bookmarks, they're just everywhere. I don't know what to do! It just started. We must know that spring is coming and we're lightening our load... haha. It's just that time of the month.
Speaking of period jokes and such...there's no end of it on Slashdot after the posting of the first printer for females by females. Hallelujah Epson! It's cute. It has a handle too. Haha
Snow Show
The snow has somewhat abated, but it's still pressing on. I just heard the plow scrape against the road outside, and the cars whizzing across the wet pavement. It's lulling me to sleep and I'm waiting to be tucked into bed. Night night everyone. Maybe I'll take pictures tomorrow.
Me.
Dead Baby Possum
They get to be much larger than this little thing. It's a bit freakish looking don't you think? I blame the conical nose. Be happy I didn't post up its mother because after the cayote dug it up from my window it looked nothing like this thing. Let's just say that that one really did look like roadkill.
They get to be much larger than this little thing. It's a bit freakish looking don't you think? I blame the conical nose. Be happy I didn't post up its mother because after the cayote dug it up from my window it looked nothing like this thing. Let's just say that that one really did look like roadkill.
Waterfalls, Guavas, and Asparagus
Wow, I actually woke up very late this morning. Actually my cat woke me up at 6:22, by walking on me and meowing in my face so I finally petted her and fell asleep to her purring against my shins. So from 6:25 to 9:30 I had the strangest set of dreams. The first was one where Rich and I were in "our" house, which looked like no house I've ever been to, watching this scary movie, when his family (including his lovely sister) came home and while we watched T.V. traipsed back and forth across the screen looking for a down comforter with waterfalls on it. Waterfalls!? They kept interupting us until we finally marched down to the basement to finish the movie, (the basement was furnished as a bedroom and had a door to the outside in it). On our way to the basement we were assaulted by a terrier puppy, smaller and faster than the real life one (Linda's) who kept jumping at us and barking. My cat didn't seem to appreciate it because she ran over and almost mauled the dog, scratching the dog's eyes out, getting her paws all bloody. And while I was scolding her, Rich was asking me if the door to the outside was locked because the guy in the movie could just come in and kill us, so I went and checked and though it was locked, the door was made of glass so it could have been easily shattered and broken into. While I was in this whirlwind of activity; checking the door, watching the cat, making sure the dog didn't bleed all over, a dark figure stepped up to the door and began rattling the knob. The last bit I remember was seeing the darkness of the street, behind the dark figure, glistening with rain.
The next dream, which flowed in smoothly from the last one (unlike this break), had me in this arid, hot place. It seemed dark, as if the sky would soon be opening the flood gates and this red dust stuck all over everyone, between the creases of our fingers, to our faces and up our noses, making it hard to breathe. (Perhaps the aliens had taken me to a mare* on Mars) I was with a tour of people and were about to depart when I happened to peer into a fruit shop which had this rather succulent looking bag of red and orange mangoes. So I asked them to wait at our terminal and walked into the shop. A man with a full beard came up to me (with the environment and this man dressed in a loose white shirt and baggy pants, makes me recall Arabian themes and such, like "Scheherazade" and all that). So I go in and ask him if they had guavas and he points me to this crate of "guavas" which looked like overripe, to the point of wrinkling papayas, or green gourds. So I grab the wrinkliest one of the bunch and a bag of mangoes and a few other things and brought it to the counter. So the total comes to 600 something or other. I ask the woman behind the counter (who looks Asian) what the money exchange would be, but she couldn't figure it out. So I look in my wallet and there was nothing in there! So one of my travel mates came in and I asked him to find my other wallet or just money. (He wouldn't loan me any). I finally re-search my wallet and find a $5 bill inside and asked her to see what it came up to in their money, so she swipes it through this funny little device and she told me that the bill would be 200 of their money. This is when I started drifting into the real world and thought to myself, well I have that $10 in my wallet so I can pay it all off. And that's when I woke up.
A few last things...
Eau d'asparagus
For dinner I made some oven roasted salmon and sauteed some summery vegetables and asparagus(i forgot fish Friday and had to make up). I've heard that one complaint of asparagus is that it makes urine smell funny. Does anyone else have that problem? I don't have that problem but after looking it up it turns out that asparagus contains "mercaptan" which is a sulfur compound which is found in rotten eggs, skunks, onions. This is from an article on the internet..."your genetic makeup may determine whether your urine has the odor -- or whether you can actually smell it. Only some people appear to have the gene for the enzyme that breaks down mercaptan into its more pungent parts. A study published in the May 1989 British Journal of Clinical Pharmacology found that 46% of 115 people tested produced the odor in one group of British citizens, while 100% of 103 people produced it in a group of French citizens. The ability to smell the by-products may also be genetic. Another study published in the same journal found that 10% of a group of 300 Israeli Jews could not detect the odor. In other words, a person's urine could smell, but he or she might not know it." haha...so maybe my urine smells but I can't smell a thing.
This came to me while I typed up the above word "re-search"...Has anyone realized the discrepency between the two words: "refuse" and "re-fuse". The former means an unwillingness to comply or deny, or leavings (trash and such). But to re-fuse something is to put it back together. Just a thought.
*Mare means: any of several mostly flat dark areas of considerable extent on the surface of the moon or Mars. The plural of this word would be "Maria".
We're expecting a snowstorm today...it's looming overhead right now. Have a great day everyone!
Michelle
Wow, I actually woke up very late this morning. Actually my cat woke me up at 6:22, by walking on me and meowing in my face so I finally petted her and fell asleep to her purring against my shins. So from 6:25 to 9:30 I had the strangest set of dreams. The first was one where Rich and I were in "our" house, which looked like no house I've ever been to, watching this scary movie, when his family (including his lovely sister) came home and while we watched T.V. traipsed back and forth across the screen looking for a down comforter with waterfalls on it. Waterfalls!? They kept interupting us until we finally marched down to the basement to finish the movie, (the basement was furnished as a bedroom and had a door to the outside in it). On our way to the basement we were assaulted by a terrier puppy, smaller and faster than the real life one (Linda's) who kept jumping at us and barking. My cat didn't seem to appreciate it because she ran over and almost mauled the dog, scratching the dog's eyes out, getting her paws all bloody. And while I was scolding her, Rich was asking me if the door to the outside was locked because the guy in the movie could just come in and kill us, so I went and checked and though it was locked, the door was made of glass so it could have been easily shattered and broken into. While I was in this whirlwind of activity; checking the door, watching the cat, making sure the dog didn't bleed all over, a dark figure stepped up to the door and began rattling the knob. The last bit I remember was seeing the darkness of the street, behind the dark figure, glistening with rain.
The next dream, which flowed in smoothly from the last one (unlike this break), had me in this arid, hot place. It seemed dark, as if the sky would soon be opening the flood gates and this red dust stuck all over everyone, between the creases of our fingers, to our faces and up our noses, making it hard to breathe. (Perhaps the aliens had taken me to a mare* on Mars) I was with a tour of people and were about to depart when I happened to peer into a fruit shop which had this rather succulent looking bag of red and orange mangoes. So I asked them to wait at our terminal and walked into the shop. A man with a full beard came up to me (with the environment and this man dressed in a loose white shirt and baggy pants, makes me recall Arabian themes and such, like "Scheherazade" and all that). So I go in and ask him if they had guavas and he points me to this crate of "guavas" which looked like overripe, to the point of wrinkling papayas, or green gourds. So I grab the wrinkliest one of the bunch and a bag of mangoes and a few other things and brought it to the counter. So the total comes to 600 something or other. I ask the woman behind the counter (who looks Asian) what the money exchange would be, but she couldn't figure it out. So I look in my wallet and there was nothing in there! So one of my travel mates came in and I asked him to find my other wallet or just money. (He wouldn't loan me any). I finally re-search my wallet and find a $5 bill inside and asked her to see what it came up to in their money, so she swipes it through this funny little device and she told me that the bill would be 200 of their money. This is when I started drifting into the real world and thought to myself, well I have that $10 in my wallet so I can pay it all off. And that's when I woke up.
A few last things...
Eau d'asparagus
For dinner I made some oven roasted salmon and sauteed some summery vegetables and asparagus(i forgot fish Friday and had to make up). I've heard that one complaint of asparagus is that it makes urine smell funny. Does anyone else have that problem? I don't have that problem but after looking it up it turns out that asparagus contains "mercaptan" which is a sulfur compound which is found in rotten eggs, skunks, onions. This is from an article on the internet..."your genetic makeup may determine whether your urine has the odor -- or whether you can actually smell it. Only some people appear to have the gene for the enzyme that breaks down mercaptan into its more pungent parts. A study published in the May 1989 British Journal of Clinical Pharmacology found that 46% of 115 people tested produced the odor in one group of British citizens, while 100% of 103 people produced it in a group of French citizens. The ability to smell the by-products may also be genetic. Another study published in the same journal found that 10% of a group of 300 Israeli Jews could not detect the odor. In other words, a person's urine could smell, but he or she might not know it." haha...so maybe my urine smells but I can't smell a thing.
This came to me while I typed up the above word "re-search"...Has anyone realized the discrepency between the two words: "refuse" and "re-fuse". The former means an unwillingness to comply or deny, or leavings (trash and such). But to re-fuse something is to put it back together. Just a thought.
*Mare means: any of several mostly flat dark areas of considerable extent on the surface of the moon or Mars. The plural of this word would be "Maria".
We're expecting a snowstorm today...it's looming overhead right now. Have a great day everyone!
Michelle
Monday, March 15, 2004
I'm gonna live forever, I'm gonna learn how to fly
Did anyone see the Ben Affleck SNL? It was somewhat funny. At least he made some fun of his infamous Bennifer affair and the ambiguous "relationship" with Matty D. I find it extremely funny when they can't hold their laughter in and while they're saying their lines are trying not to laugh, it makes me have giggle fits.
I just watched "I Want A Famous Face" with Matt and Mike; twins who want to look like Brad Pitt. It was disgusting at all points. Their obsession with Brad was beyond the borders of sanity, their faces were just shocking (before and after), I found that it was their lives that needed a makeover and not their faces...although...it's just very sad, but in a good way, because I know I'll be tuned into the next episode, in which Mia wants to look like Britney Spears.
I'm tired and am drowsing to Steven Colbert (it's french) from the Daily Show with Jon Stewart...I will go to bed now.
Oh hey I called at 10:30 but ya didden ansur...i'm making gibberish. Oh the price of fame...
P.S. No one can stand up to Brad Pitt
Sweet dreams y'all
Me
Did anyone see the Ben Affleck SNL? It was somewhat funny. At least he made some fun of his infamous Bennifer affair and the ambiguous "relationship" with Matty D. I find it extremely funny when they can't hold their laughter in and while they're saying their lines are trying not to laugh, it makes me have giggle fits.
I just watched "I Want A Famous Face" with Matt and Mike; twins who want to look like Brad Pitt. It was disgusting at all points. Their obsession with Brad was beyond the borders of sanity, their faces were just shocking (before and after), I found that it was their lives that needed a makeover and not their faces...although...it's just very sad, but in a good way, because I know I'll be tuned into the next episode, in which Mia wants to look like Britney Spears.
I'm tired and am drowsing to Steven Colbert (it's french) from the Daily Show with Jon Stewart...I will go to bed now.
Oh hey I called at 10:30 but ya didden ansur...i'm making gibberish. Oh the price of fame...
P.S. No one can stand up to Brad Pitt
Sweet dreams y'all
Me
Strategies and Trivia
Yesterday Rich and I played some board games. The other day we bought this game called "Stratego" which was fun, it's a strategy game for two players and each player has 40 military pieces including bombs and a flag (which is what you must capture). It was fun. We also played "Win, Lose or Draw" and "Pictionary", just to decide which was a better game. We found that "Pictionary" had easier things to draw because WLoD had these phrases (and they were old time sayings too) that you had to draw, while P had just one word. We're trying to build up a super team for those two games, just in case we're ever walking down the street or taking our weekly Sunday drives and stumble upon other couples playing and we have to compete with them. haha. I figured if it's WLoD that he draws because I'm better with the phrases and he's good at drawing them, while Pictionary it doesn't matter. Watch out! Haha.
It's beautiful out, sunny and a little warmer than yesterday, except I think it may rain later...okey I have to run! Have a good, wonderful, beautiful day all! Beautiful blue skies...ohh! it's a beautiful day in the neighboorhood...lalala.... So, let's make the most of this beautiful day. Since we're together we might as well say: Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you please, Won't you please? Please won't you be my neighbor?
New poll coming up...it's a good one...haha
Me
Yesterday Rich and I played some board games. The other day we bought this game called "Stratego" which was fun, it's a strategy game for two players and each player has 40 military pieces including bombs and a flag (which is what you must capture). It was fun. We also played "Win, Lose or Draw" and "Pictionary", just to decide which was a better game. We found that "Pictionary" had easier things to draw because WLoD had these phrases (and they were old time sayings too) that you had to draw, while P had just one word. We're trying to build up a super team for those two games, just in case we're ever walking down the street or taking our weekly Sunday drives and stumble upon other couples playing and we have to compete with them. haha. I figured if it's WLoD that he draws because I'm better with the phrases and he's good at drawing them, while Pictionary it doesn't matter. Watch out! Haha.
It's beautiful out, sunny and a little warmer than yesterday, except I think it may rain later...okey I have to run! Have a good, wonderful, beautiful day all! Beautiful blue skies...ohh! it's a beautiful day in the neighboorhood...lalala.... So, let's make the most of this beautiful day. Since we're together we might as well say: Would you be mine? Could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Won't you please, Won't you please? Please won't you be my neighbor?
New poll coming up...it's a good one...haha
Me
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Rise and Shine
hmph, can't seem to connect to my webpage...
I was woken up by this bird squawking away, sounding like somebody's alarm clock. AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH!, and just when I finally think someone slammed the snooze it starts up again. AGH! AGH! AGH! Gosh it's bright this morning. I have to type hunched low, enough for my laptop cover to block the sun from my eyes. I just tried to stand my pillow over Rich so the sun wouldn't hit his face. I haven't even got out of bed yet, just rolled over and started up the ole ibook. The little clock/radio is on Sunday Boston Review, with Mat Schaffer. Nothing good on, just a motivational speaker, except she isn't into motivation, she's into inspiration. I really don't like to listen to these people...huh.
It's already the middle of March and I can't wait for April to come along. I'm tired of this funny weather that this time of year brings. In a way March seems to suffer from Bipolar disorder. Beautifully, sunshiny manic one day and snowy, rainy, grey and depressed another. Or the other way around, for those who happen to enjoy the rainy, snowy, cloudy days. It's very disruptive.
Oh, so sorry about the last post, I didn't know it would be so long. When I wrote it I had no idea it would even be that babbling, I just had to get it off my chest, and get this, I didn't get all of it off my chest, but I stopped there because I think I would have had to resort to cursing, and I really don't like to show that side of me. Some people just can't seem to wake up! Wake Up!!
Oh this is for Clint, and for anyone else who wanted to know: Miss Marple is a character by Agatha Christie, who lives in a little town in England called St. Mary Mead. She's lived there all her life and therefore knows each and every person (past and present) and their little idiosyncracies. With this knowledge she uses it to solve crimes. She once said: "Human nature is the same everywhere." For example, she would say, "no, that person is not the murderer because she's exactly like my old maid (no pun intended), Belinda, who lied about petty things but never could accomplish anything so major." (<- This isn't a real quote, just an example quote.) She would take what she's observed of human nature in her little village and be able to apply it to anyone, in a bigger city, in a resort, in another little town, and always solves the crime (the word is parallels). Hope this helps...you can read a little blurb on Miss Marple on agathachristie.com
The reproductive urge occurs at our base brain, our primitive brain, where other things such as "food" "safety" "caring for young" all abide. This is something you have to take note of because these are all things that had to develop first before our "newer modern" brain came into play. We have this urge for sex because sometime in the past we found out that by having sex with many different partners we would produce many different variations to try out in our new environment. Not that we actually stopped to think about it, it just happened that way. Those that survived (usually the stronger, more cunning) continued this trend and here we are today, the weaker ones died off (it weeded out the bad traits). This is also another reason to be for biracial coupling. (i'll let tony explain that later). Those that engaged in a lot of sex had more offspring and therefore thrived as a species. Also, on a different strain, and this is just my own little theory, smarter people tended to be loners and most probably died off for lack of sex and other outside encounters, and that's why we have such a large number of dumb people in this society todday. (My professor once said, how dumb is dumb? and how smart is smart?, you're thinking inside a glass jar! sorry prof!). But the point is, if all you think about is the opposite sex then you're not thinking with your modern brain. Ew. Who favors something primitive and old to something new and modern? Yay new and modern! Boo primitive. Primitive bad! Hooo hoowhoo. hoo ooh ooh ha ha!
You gotta talk like that to some contumacious* people because they just don't seem to realize it any other way.
God this is another long one! Sorry.
*Contumacious means: stubbornly disobedient : rebellious. (yes very similar to recalcitrant).
Happy day every one!
hmph, can't seem to connect to my webpage...
I was woken up by this bird squawking away, sounding like somebody's alarm clock. AGH! AGH! AGH! AGH!, and just when I finally think someone slammed the snooze it starts up again. AGH! AGH! AGH! Gosh it's bright this morning. I have to type hunched low, enough for my laptop cover to block the sun from my eyes. I just tried to stand my pillow over Rich so the sun wouldn't hit his face. I haven't even got out of bed yet, just rolled over and started up the ole ibook. The little clock/radio is on Sunday Boston Review, with Mat Schaffer. Nothing good on, just a motivational speaker, except she isn't into motivation, she's into inspiration. I really don't like to listen to these people...huh.
It's already the middle of March and I can't wait for April to come along. I'm tired of this funny weather that this time of year brings. In a way March seems to suffer from Bipolar disorder. Beautifully, sunshiny manic one day and snowy, rainy, grey and depressed another. Or the other way around, for those who happen to enjoy the rainy, snowy, cloudy days. It's very disruptive.
Oh, so sorry about the last post, I didn't know it would be so long. When I wrote it I had no idea it would even be that babbling, I just had to get it off my chest, and get this, I didn't get all of it off my chest, but I stopped there because I think I would have had to resort to cursing, and I really don't like to show that side of me. Some people just can't seem to wake up! Wake Up!!
Oh this is for Clint, and for anyone else who wanted to know: Miss Marple is a character by Agatha Christie, who lives in a little town in England called St. Mary Mead. She's lived there all her life and therefore knows each and every person (past and present) and their little idiosyncracies. With this knowledge she uses it to solve crimes. She once said: "Human nature is the same everywhere." For example, she would say, "no, that person is not the murderer because she's exactly like my old maid (no pun intended), Belinda, who lied about petty things but never could accomplish anything so major." (<- This isn't a real quote, just an example quote.) She would take what she's observed of human nature in her little village and be able to apply it to anyone, in a bigger city, in a resort, in another little town, and always solves the crime (the word is parallels). Hope this helps...you can read a little blurb on Miss Marple on agathachristie.com
The reproductive urge occurs at our base brain, our primitive brain, where other things such as "food" "safety" "caring for young" all abide. This is something you have to take note of because these are all things that had to develop first before our "newer modern" brain came into play. We have this urge for sex because sometime in the past we found out that by having sex with many different partners we would produce many different variations to try out in our new environment. Not that we actually stopped to think about it, it just happened that way. Those that survived (usually the stronger, more cunning) continued this trend and here we are today, the weaker ones died off (it weeded out the bad traits). This is also another reason to be for biracial coupling. (i'll let tony explain that later). Those that engaged in a lot of sex had more offspring and therefore thrived as a species. Also, on a different strain, and this is just my own little theory, smarter people tended to be loners and most probably died off for lack of sex and other outside encounters, and that's why we have such a large number of dumb people in this society todday. (My professor once said, how dumb is dumb? and how smart is smart?, you're thinking inside a glass jar! sorry prof!). But the point is, if all you think about is the opposite sex then you're not thinking with your modern brain. Ew. Who favors something primitive and old to something new and modern? Yay new and modern! Boo primitive. Primitive bad! Hooo hoowhoo. hoo ooh ooh ha ha!
You gotta talk like that to some contumacious* people because they just don't seem to realize it any other way.
God this is another long one! Sorry.
*Contumacious means: stubbornly disobedient : rebellious. (yes very similar to recalcitrant).
Happy day every one!
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Teeter totter
The following is about male-female relationships...or not.
Every time I see this particular friend of mine she's either with a new guy or just recently broken up with one. (we'll call her M) Okay maybe I shouldn't say "friend" since I really don't know much about her, although I do know that she's really into guys, not that that's a terrible thing, but it's bad when that's all you have. I wonder if she has any hobbies? I know she loves to sing, but besides that...She's lead a sequestered life growing up, with no responsibilities. I hate when she says "I'm growing, I'm finding my way" because obviously she's not! She picks the same guys over and over...you haven't grown! I just want to yell at her sometimes. It's always the same cruddy personality, just another guy, in other words, same shit, different guy.
It's funny how so many people can fall under the same categories. (It's really the basis for Miss Marple's ability to solve a crime.) My best friend in high school acted the exact way M did when they both reached college. It's hard to handle this type of "freedom" when you're parents haven't raised you for the expectancy of this new world, outside of the structure and predictability of previous schools. Whenever I talk to my friend from h.s., (we'll call her S) she's still making the same mistakes she's been making since I've met her. This totally disproves my point that what M's parents should do is send her off to a dorm, because now S, with all her free time and without her parents watching her every move has gone insane (figuratively)...(this is in compliance with my own ethics). Ever recalcitrant* they both duly disregard any of their parents' warnings and threats. Ugh! I just don't know, is it them? Is it bad parenting? Just a bad combination?
I think M and S experimented with sex because under their own minds they felt the need to know what it's like, the uh-oh I'm missing the bus feeling. I don't know about M but S gives it, I think, under the thought that she gains power over that person. She doesn't like it though, sex that is, which is sad. I always wonder if I sit down and have a talk with her, will she listen, or will she half listen, like she does her parents...
Men are not the only things in this world, and though they may be wonderful, it's only to a point. You don't need them to feel needed, you don't need them to look good in front of everyone else, or to fit in. (This is to S, who tells me she envies my relationship, but when asked "why" she really can't say, except for, "you have love".) You don't need them for love. You don't need them for companionship. Get a dog if you want all that. Dogs love you and need you, and you look cute walking one around, more so than a man. (Wait a minute, I meant a literal dog, not the men=dogs equation) Men don't even care what we talk about, their number one reason for being with us is for procreation. It's biological. That's why more men cheat than women, because they feel the need to spread their genes! Watch the discovery channel sweetheart. And when you think they're sweet, and romantic and great it's because they wanna get in your pants! That's it. Why the heck would he rather watch football than talk to you? Why does he look at other women? I know this. Rich knows this, but he's smarter than your average male anyway, and he's had time to tweak his biological urges. I'm not male bashing, I happen to like men, I like it when they actually think (but that's after, when they've cleared their mind). I love one in particular, because he's not a football watching, only talk to you when I want some, fake guy. Unless...all this time I've been duped! Rich would rather play football with me than watch it, but i think he'd do it because it turns him on, watching me run around all hot and sweaty...
Oh by the way, women cheat because they've found the guy who would be the caretaker, (of kids, home and finances,) and now want a "manly" man. Or the other way around. Guess which one I'd be looking for if I cheated...haha.
Alrighty, sorry if I got my S and M mixed up. heehee.
*Recalcitrant means: 1 : obstinately defiant of authority or restraint
2 a : difficult to manage or operate b : not responsive to treatment c : resistant
Have a good day everyone!
Me
The following is about male-female relationships...or not.
Every time I see this particular friend of mine she's either with a new guy or just recently broken up with one. (we'll call her M) Okay maybe I shouldn't say "friend" since I really don't know much about her, although I do know that she's really into guys, not that that's a terrible thing, but it's bad when that's all you have. I wonder if she has any hobbies? I know she loves to sing, but besides that...She's lead a sequestered life growing up, with no responsibilities. I hate when she says "I'm growing, I'm finding my way" because obviously she's not! She picks the same guys over and over...you haven't grown! I just want to yell at her sometimes. It's always the same cruddy personality, just another guy, in other words, same shit, different guy.
It's funny how so many people can fall under the same categories. (It's really the basis for Miss Marple's ability to solve a crime.) My best friend in high school acted the exact way M did when they both reached college. It's hard to handle this type of "freedom" when you're parents haven't raised you for the expectancy of this new world, outside of the structure and predictability of previous schools. Whenever I talk to my friend from h.s., (we'll call her S) she's still making the same mistakes she's been making since I've met her. This totally disproves my point that what M's parents should do is send her off to a dorm, because now S, with all her free time and without her parents watching her every move has gone insane (figuratively)...(this is in compliance with my own ethics). Ever recalcitrant* they both duly disregard any of their parents' warnings and threats. Ugh! I just don't know, is it them? Is it bad parenting? Just a bad combination?
I think M and S experimented with sex because under their own minds they felt the need to know what it's like, the uh-oh I'm missing the bus feeling. I don't know about M but S gives it, I think, under the thought that she gains power over that person. She doesn't like it though, sex that is, which is sad. I always wonder if I sit down and have a talk with her, will she listen, or will she half listen, like she does her parents...
Men are not the only things in this world, and though they may be wonderful, it's only to a point. You don't need them to feel needed, you don't need them to look good in front of everyone else, or to fit in. (This is to S, who tells me she envies my relationship, but when asked "why" she really can't say, except for, "you have love".) You don't need them for love. You don't need them for companionship. Get a dog if you want all that. Dogs love you and need you, and you look cute walking one around, more so than a man. (Wait a minute, I meant a literal dog, not the men=dogs equation) Men don't even care what we talk about, their number one reason for being with us is for procreation. It's biological. That's why more men cheat than women, because they feel the need to spread their genes! Watch the discovery channel sweetheart. And when you think they're sweet, and romantic and great it's because they wanna get in your pants! That's it. Why the heck would he rather watch football than talk to you? Why does he look at other women? I know this. Rich knows this, but he's smarter than your average male anyway, and he's had time to tweak his biological urges. I'm not male bashing, I happen to like men, I like it when they actually think (but that's after, when they've cleared their mind). I love one in particular, because he's not a football watching, only talk to you when I want some, fake guy. Unless...all this time I've been duped! Rich would rather play football with me than watch it, but i think he'd do it because it turns him on, watching me run around all hot and sweaty...
Oh by the way, women cheat because they've found the guy who would be the caretaker, (of kids, home and finances,) and now want a "manly" man. Or the other way around. Guess which one I'd be looking for if I cheated...haha.
Alrighty, sorry if I got my S and M mixed up. heehee.
*Recalcitrant means: 1 : obstinately defiant of authority or restraint
2 a : difficult to manage or operate b : not responsive to treatment c : resistant
Have a good day everyone!
Me
Friday, March 12, 2004
Beware Short Circuit
This may seem a little like a conspiracy theory...but has it ever crossed anyone's mind that the "peaceful" Japanese of today might be building robots to destroy the U.S.? I believe that they have never forgiven us for the bombings and have "given" up warfare and have slowly built up their economy through imports to the U.S. and other places. But since they don't put all their energy into creating "weapons" they've started making these cute robots, like the trumpet playing one above. Don't you know?! Those robots will be first shipped here as toys and cute little display items, and then they will be dropped into our car manufacturing places, where they will be able to recreate many more like themselves and soon will kill us all in our sleep. And why is that robot white? Doesn't white symbolize both a beginning and an end? "And they shall rise again, wearing white, from the sea, to uproot all of humanity." I'm quoting myself here...okay have a good day everyone!
Me
You can excuse this jabberwocky* or not.
Jabberwocky means: meaningless speech or writing
This may seem a little like a conspiracy theory...but has it ever crossed anyone's mind that the "peaceful" Japanese of today might be building robots to destroy the U.S.? I believe that they have never forgiven us for the bombings and have "given" up warfare and have slowly built up their economy through imports to the U.S. and other places. But since they don't put all their energy into creating "weapons" they've started making these cute robots, like the trumpet playing one above. Don't you know?! Those robots will be first shipped here as toys and cute little display items, and then they will be dropped into our car manufacturing places, where they will be able to recreate many more like themselves and soon will kill us all in our sleep. And why is that robot white? Doesn't white symbolize both a beginning and an end? "And they shall rise again, wearing white, from the sea, to uproot all of humanity." I'm quoting myself here...okay have a good day everyone!
Me
You can excuse this jabberwocky* or not.
Jabberwocky means: meaningless speech or writing
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Lights, Camera, Action
Rich told me that movie theaters make money solely on the popcorn and other foods that costumers purchase, and zilch on the ticket price itself. About two or three years ago, right at the time before Abelle's first pregnancy but when she met David, I went out with her and her friends to see "Jeepers Creepers" at a midnight showing, and almost passed out from the movie entrance prices, and not at the movie. I've forgotten how much it was but it wasn't something I was used to because Rich and I prefer the matinee, and at that time were paying something like $5.25 per person (they have been forced to raise their prices for matinee shows to $6.50, which is scandalous). Why matinees? Because the price is right and no one goes to them, so most of the time we get the theater to ourselves, or sharing it with some people who know how to be quiet. Once we went and it was filled and we were shocked, and almost turned around, but went with it anyway...all I can say is oops. There were cellphone calls, not just the ringing but answering too! And for some reason this guy had to read out loud to the screen, and then whisper to his wife what it said. It was crazy. We laughed when we finally left. I remember the movie now! I think it was "Kill Bill", because the woman was like "oh no she's gonna kill you!" and her husband later on said, "ooh, she just slashed her in half." And there are parts when Lucy Liu is speaking in Japanese, so hence the subtitles. I hate when people bring their kids and they're crying and whining and the run up and down the aisle. Wait til it comes on DVD if you're gonna disrupt everyone elses movie experience! Rich and I have been leaning toward DVDs nowadays, but that's because there haven't been any good movies. By the way, I just checked a Salt Lake City movie theater and their matinee price is only $4.00 and after that is $6.00, nice!
The mirror picture, on my last post, is from "The Ring". And my favorite genre would be horror. Not comedy, as I almost rank that third. (Unless it's a romantic comedy..haha). Horror, even if it's cheesy, I'll be there to watch it. Give me a pukka* horror movie any day. "The Ring" was so good I own the DVD. The one I missed is "Gothika" but I'll see it when it's out. You see the problem is I would never go see the Freddy or Jason movies because they're no longer scary. I've seen the first of each and those were good, Jason's being the better, even though it wasn't Jason...I like the thrill of it. It's the rush, like riding a rollercoaster. I even rewatched "The Omen" just a few weeks ago, and even though I've seen "The Ring" several times I went and rented "Ringu". I just recently saw "Jeepers Creepers 2" and had bad dreams over it. haha
Speaking of which I slept quite well last night. Hope you did too.
*Pukka means: genuine, authentic; also : first-class (it's pronounced like suckah).
Me
Rich told me that movie theaters make money solely on the popcorn and other foods that costumers purchase, and zilch on the ticket price itself. About two or three years ago, right at the time before Abelle's first pregnancy but when she met David, I went out with her and her friends to see "Jeepers Creepers" at a midnight showing, and almost passed out from the movie entrance prices, and not at the movie. I've forgotten how much it was but it wasn't something I was used to because Rich and I prefer the matinee, and at that time were paying something like $5.25 per person (they have been forced to raise their prices for matinee shows to $6.50, which is scandalous). Why matinees? Because the price is right and no one goes to them, so most of the time we get the theater to ourselves, or sharing it with some people who know how to be quiet. Once we went and it was filled and we were shocked, and almost turned around, but went with it anyway...all I can say is oops. There were cellphone calls, not just the ringing but answering too! And for some reason this guy had to read out loud to the screen, and then whisper to his wife what it said. It was crazy. We laughed when we finally left. I remember the movie now! I think it was "Kill Bill", because the woman was like "oh no she's gonna kill you!" and her husband later on said, "ooh, she just slashed her in half." And there are parts when Lucy Liu is speaking in Japanese, so hence the subtitles. I hate when people bring their kids and they're crying and whining and the run up and down the aisle. Wait til it comes on DVD if you're gonna disrupt everyone elses movie experience! Rich and I have been leaning toward DVDs nowadays, but that's because there haven't been any good movies. By the way, I just checked a Salt Lake City movie theater and their matinee price is only $4.00 and after that is $6.00, nice!
The mirror picture, on my last post, is from "The Ring". And my favorite genre would be horror. Not comedy, as I almost rank that third. (Unless it's a romantic comedy..haha). Horror, even if it's cheesy, I'll be there to watch it. Give me a pukka* horror movie any day. "The Ring" was so good I own the DVD. The one I missed is "Gothika" but I'll see it when it's out. You see the problem is I would never go see the Freddy or Jason movies because they're no longer scary. I've seen the first of each and those were good, Jason's being the better, even though it wasn't Jason...I like the thrill of it. It's the rush, like riding a rollercoaster. I even rewatched "The Omen" just a few weeks ago, and even though I've seen "The Ring" several times I went and rented "Ringu". I just recently saw "Jeepers Creepers 2" and had bad dreams over it. haha
Speaking of which I slept quite well last night. Hope you did too.
*Pukka means: genuine, authentic; also : first-class (it's pronounced like suckah).
Me
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Mirror Mirror On The Wall
I haven't been sleeping well lately. I've woken up too hot, for the past few nights, drenched in perspiration and shivering from remnants of some nightmare I just had, only as soon as I wake it's gone, leaving me in terror with no reason why. Last night, actually it was 3:56 A.M., by the clock, i woke myself up mumbling "Don't touch it!" I sat up and found Rich laying beside me, with his hands crossed on chest, and when I touched him his hands were cold. I was in a swivet* and started to shake him and he opened his eyes and he asked me if I was ok, and I told him I needed to use the bathroom.
Of course my imagination would act up and use my time alone in the bathroom to terrify me even further. As I was washing my hands, in the corner of my eye I saw something dark behind me in the mirror. I kept thinking "don't look up into the mirror, don't look up, there's something there!" but of course I can't go and let that be or else all my life I would avoid all mirrors and bathrooms in the middle of the night, so I looked up and I caught a quick flash and realized it was my hair. der. But even so, I was a little nervous and rushed out. Before I went into the room I saw Sooty just sitting in the middle of the living room. I walked over and pet her and left. I had forgotten what I had said so in bed I asked Rich if he heard me say something and he said "yeah, something like 'touch it'". (Sounds like a guy doesn't it) haha. And I said "oh yeah, it was 'don't touch it!'".
I settled back down, but my last thought was, hey I should record Sooty when she is "talking" and then slow it down and see if she really is saying something in "human speech". Okay gotta get going. By the way, I believe it's aliens.
*Swivet means: a state of extreme agitation.
Have a good day and night y'all.
oh yeah new poll coming later
I haven't been sleeping well lately. I've woken up too hot, for the past few nights, drenched in perspiration and shivering from remnants of some nightmare I just had, only as soon as I wake it's gone, leaving me in terror with no reason why. Last night, actually it was 3:56 A.M., by the clock, i woke myself up mumbling "Don't touch it!" I sat up and found Rich laying beside me, with his hands crossed on chest, and when I touched him his hands were cold. I was in a swivet* and started to shake him and he opened his eyes and he asked me if I was ok, and I told him I needed to use the bathroom.
Of course my imagination would act up and use my time alone in the bathroom to terrify me even further. As I was washing my hands, in the corner of my eye I saw something dark behind me in the mirror. I kept thinking "don't look up into the mirror, don't look up, there's something there!" but of course I can't go and let that be or else all my life I would avoid all mirrors and bathrooms in the middle of the night, so I looked up and I caught a quick flash and realized it was my hair. der. But even so, I was a little nervous and rushed out. Before I went into the room I saw Sooty just sitting in the middle of the living room. I walked over and pet her and left. I had forgotten what I had said so in bed I asked Rich if he heard me say something and he said "yeah, something like 'touch it'". (Sounds like a guy doesn't it) haha. And I said "oh yeah, it was 'don't touch it!'".
I settled back down, but my last thought was, hey I should record Sooty when she is "talking" and then slow it down and see if she really is saying something in "human speech". Okay gotta get going. By the way, I believe it's aliens.
*Swivet means: a state of extreme agitation.
Have a good day and night y'all.
oh yeah new poll coming later
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
At a Later Period...
Speaking of surprises I was sitting here, typing up that last blog and listening to Stern when I got my period. I leaped off the bed and luckily no stains and I was wearing red shorts...I know, I know, too much information again. Well what the heck is a web log for if not to write what occurred during the day? So, here I am, better with the aegis* of a pad.
*Aegis means: protection, shield.
Me
hmm...Mike are you trying to tell me something? You make evil run too? I'll act dumb and wait til you finally fess up.
Speaking of surprises I was sitting here, typing up that last blog and listening to Stern when I got my period. I leaped off the bed and luckily no stains and I was wearing red shorts...I know, I know, too much information again. Well what the heck is a web log for if not to write what occurred during the day? So, here I am, better with the aegis* of a pad.
*Aegis means: protection, shield.
Me
hmm...Mike are you trying to tell me something? You make evil run too? I'll act dumb and wait til you finally fess up.
I finished The Secret Life of Bees last night, and it was good. It was so good that I read it in two days. I'm starting up a new book called Three Junes (see right-hand panel). Everyone told me that it was great. I hope so...it looks long. I'll leave off telling you about The Secret Life of Bees until my end of the year review. I couldn't decide whether to read Three Junes or Eragon but between the two, Eragon is longer, sooo I chose the former. heehee. Also Eragon is a children's tale, but I decided against it for now because we've been reading The Prydain Chronicles and that's in the strain of Harry Potter and LOTR, so maybe later. Okay gotta get going. See you all later.
Me
P.S. Mike, it's spelled surprise.
Me
P.S. Mike, it's spelled surprise.
Monday, March 08, 2004
Yeah, I wish the weather was as nice as it is in the picture too... it's supposed to snow today and the clouds have covered everything up! Come on spring! where are ya? I mean if there's gonna be snow make it a storm that'll last for a few days so everything is closed and I can go sledding down the hill, or build igloos. We haven't build an igloo all winter. The only thing we're getting is cold. What is all this flapdoodle*? I'm keeping it short. Gotta go.
*Flapdoodle means: nonsense
Me
*Flapdoodle means: nonsense
Me
Sunday, March 07, 2004
About the picture of the week...this was taken last summer? or two summers ago right on the walkway below my school. I put it up, against Rich's wishes (mostly because of Santa and his half nakedness), but God I can't wait for Summer. I love this picture because it's so, so... Summer-y! I didn't know that Santa took fishing vacations by Boston Harbor...look how beautiful the sky is and the blueness of it all. Have you all noticed that there are different blues for every season? There's the crisp, biting blue of winter, the blustery blue of spring, the lazy, wispy blue of summer, and autumn's deep, cool blue. Enjoy it.
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An Apple A Day
Hey guys, there's a new poll up. I was thinking of having it sort of like an Oz poll, where you had to pick which of the Oz characters' wishes you wanted for yourself, such as brains, courage, heart, a home. Is there another one? I can't think of it if there is. Oh well maybe next time.
By the way, the old poll surprised me. It came down to, I think 6 for oranges and only 2 for apples. Now I chose apples, not that you would catch me munching away on apples all the time, I just don't happen to care much for oranges. I love apple pie and in general a good, crunchy, juicy apple is quite delectable. I think you can even detect a good apple just by looking at it, but, an orange fools you. Even if you peel an apple and find a brown spot you can just slice that out and still enjoy the rest of it, but just yesterday I caught Rich gagging on a few bad orange slices, because you can't tell til you put it in your mouth! I don't know, maybe part of it (the inclination for oranges) is our own natural leariness (leeriness) towards the tempting apple, which was a factor in our own expulsion from paradise? Or maybe everyone is thinking of colds and since this is a big cold season everyones' body craves vitamin c, which is abundant in oranges? Or maybe y'all are just sick of apples cause they're everywhere? Now if the question was "apples or grapefruit", you can be sure my answer would have been the latter, but that wasn't the question was it now? Oh well.
Now that I've thought more about it, I've had fond memories with apples. I make delicious apple pies, if I do say so myself, and pretty good apple cobbler. And don't forget the pickin' parties! When we were children we had a few years of good old apple picking in upstate New York. Sometimes it would be a troop of us, caravanning (literally, 'cause everyone owned one) through the winding roads of the 87, past the gorgeous fiery foliage of October skies. When we finally hit our destination, all of us kids would come running out of our cars, watching the adults gather and open the trunk doors, pulling out the food. We'd all either sit in the back, or stand around as the air would bite our faces, eating rice and adobo, or Aunty Tess' egg omelet sandwich. Popping open cans of soda, or the big bottles of Sunkist, gulping it down, in the silence of people eating, only the susurrous* wind as it rustled through the blazing leaves. Our own little tailgating party. Sometimes it would be fewer, just my family and Aunty Susie's. But we'd end the day with a big basket of apples, mostly macintosh (and though I own one, it's my least favorite of the apples). It would be on mom's shoulders to eat them, though I did nibble on a few. Later years, (now) the chill in the autumn air reminds me of our weekend trips up, past farms with their cows grazing the field, their foggy breaths coming out in puffs, to go apple picking.
I've never gone orange picking.
*Susurrous means: full of whispering sounds
Me.
Hey guys, there's a new poll up. I was thinking of having it sort of like an Oz poll, where you had to pick which of the Oz characters' wishes you wanted for yourself, such as brains, courage, heart, a home. Is there another one? I can't think of it if there is. Oh well maybe next time.
By the way, the old poll surprised me. It came down to, I think 6 for oranges and only 2 for apples. Now I chose apples, not that you would catch me munching away on apples all the time, I just don't happen to care much for oranges. I love apple pie and in general a good, crunchy, juicy apple is quite delectable. I think you can even detect a good apple just by looking at it, but, an orange fools you. Even if you peel an apple and find a brown spot you can just slice that out and still enjoy the rest of it, but just yesterday I caught Rich gagging on a few bad orange slices, because you can't tell til you put it in your mouth! I don't know, maybe part of it (the inclination for oranges) is our own natural leariness (leeriness) towards the tempting apple, which was a factor in our own expulsion from paradise? Or maybe everyone is thinking of colds and since this is a big cold season everyones' body craves vitamin c, which is abundant in oranges? Or maybe y'all are just sick of apples cause they're everywhere? Now if the question was "apples or grapefruit", you can be sure my answer would have been the latter, but that wasn't the question was it now? Oh well.
Now that I've thought more about it, I've had fond memories with apples. I make delicious apple pies, if I do say so myself, and pretty good apple cobbler. And don't forget the pickin' parties! When we were children we had a few years of good old apple picking in upstate New York. Sometimes it would be a troop of us, caravanning (literally, 'cause everyone owned one) through the winding roads of the 87, past the gorgeous fiery foliage of October skies. When we finally hit our destination, all of us kids would come running out of our cars, watching the adults gather and open the trunk doors, pulling out the food. We'd all either sit in the back, or stand around as the air would bite our faces, eating rice and adobo, or Aunty Tess' egg omelet sandwich. Popping open cans of soda, or the big bottles of Sunkist, gulping it down, in the silence of people eating, only the susurrous* wind as it rustled through the blazing leaves. Our own little tailgating party. Sometimes it would be fewer, just my family and Aunty Susie's. But we'd end the day with a big basket of apples, mostly macintosh (and though I own one, it's my least favorite of the apples). It would be on mom's shoulders to eat them, though I did nibble on a few. Later years, (now) the chill in the autumn air reminds me of our weekend trips up, past farms with their cows grazing the field, their foggy breaths coming out in puffs, to go apple picking.
I've never gone orange picking.
*Susurrous means: full of whispering sounds
Me.
Saturday, March 06, 2004
Just Desserts
Poor Martha Stewart, she may end up wearing some fashionable stripes. I think it's a bit sad. I enjoy her program and have gotten some decent recipes off of it, like surprise cookies and boston cream pie (both more to Rich's liking than mine). Also, I enjoy her animal section where we learn about different animals, and of course there's the craft section, from which I've learned and created some new things. Rich mentioned this yesterday, briefly, as we saw a member of the jury speak to reporters, but that fact was, he wasn't really a "peer". We have the right to be judged by "a jury of [our] peers", and in definition a peer is "one belonging to the same societal group especially based on age, grade, or status". However, the man we saw, and many of the jury members in past trials did not fit the definition of peer. Problem is we can't have other celebrities be Martha's jurors. Here's a little article from the Washington Post: "In May 1999, Associate Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor delivered a remarkable address in which she suggested that jurors routinely rendered verdicts without enough information to do their jobs. "Too often," O'Connor told the National Conference on Public Trust in the Justice System, "jurors are allowed to do nothing but listen passively to the testimony, without any idea what the legal issues are in the case, not allowed to take notes or participate in any way, and finally to be read a virtually incomprehensible set of instructions and sent into the jury room to reach a verdict in a case they may not understand much better than they did before the trial began."" To read the rest of the article click on this link.
I wonder if this will be referred to as Stewart vs. the gov't.
All right, I know no one likes long posts, I don't either, especially if it's about the law, but I just felt bad for Mah-tha. Our gov't needs to get it's act together. Too bad I chose a different route a long time ago. I know my limitations. Perhaps if we all sought to foment* our minds we could get something accomplished.
*Foment means: to promote the growth or development of : rouse, incite
Me
p.s. fox had different kinds of groups on their "test the nation" last night, such as "blondes", "celebrities", "students", "doctors and nurses", "garbagemen", and "teachers and professors". Who came in on top? the teachers and professors did. and who came in second? students. That gives me hope that they're actually teaching something and teaching it well.
Poor Martha Stewart, she may end up wearing some fashionable stripes. I think it's a bit sad. I enjoy her program and have gotten some decent recipes off of it, like surprise cookies and boston cream pie (both more to Rich's liking than mine). Also, I enjoy her animal section where we learn about different animals, and of course there's the craft section, from which I've learned and created some new things. Rich mentioned this yesterday, briefly, as we saw a member of the jury speak to reporters, but that fact was, he wasn't really a "peer". We have the right to be judged by "a jury of [our] peers", and in definition a peer is "one belonging to the same societal group especially based on age, grade, or status". However, the man we saw, and many of the jury members in past trials did not fit the definition of peer. Problem is we can't have other celebrities be Martha's jurors. Here's a little article from the Washington Post: "In May 1999, Associate Supreme Court Justice Sandra Day O'Connor delivered a remarkable address in which she suggested that jurors routinely rendered verdicts without enough information to do their jobs. "Too often," O'Connor told the National Conference on Public Trust in the Justice System, "jurors are allowed to do nothing but listen passively to the testimony, without any idea what the legal issues are in the case, not allowed to take notes or participate in any way, and finally to be read a virtually incomprehensible set of instructions and sent into the jury room to reach a verdict in a case they may not understand much better than they did before the trial began."" To read the rest of the article click on this link.
I wonder if this will be referred to as Stewart vs. the gov't.
All right, I know no one likes long posts, I don't either, especially if it's about the law, but I just felt bad for Mah-tha. Our gov't needs to get it's act together. Too bad I chose a different route a long time ago. I know my limitations. Perhaps if we all sought to foment* our minds we could get something accomplished.
*Foment means: to promote the growth or development of : rouse, incite
Me
p.s. fox had different kinds of groups on their "test the nation" last night, such as "blondes", "celebrities", "students", "doctors and nurses", "garbagemen", and "teachers and professors". Who came in on top? the teachers and professors did. and who came in second? students. That gives me hope that they're actually teaching something and teaching it well.
Friday, March 05, 2004
We are Siamese if you please, we are Siamese if you don't please
I think it would be sad to see Soot, a grimalkin*, lounging around, sleeping all day, no longer active, just begging for food and leaving stinky nuggets that I have to pan for. That's how it is for Jake. No one seems to love him, doesn't care that he's aching, doesn't care that he would be terribly sad if someone were to leave him for three weeks, but what's the difference, he's not getting anything much now. He's that proverbial middle child. He did try to go the squeaky wheel route by developing a nose-scratching habit that eventually wore out the skin of his nose and we'd tell Linda that it only ocurred when she and Larry left for Florida, but she's one of those and liked to claim that it was just allergies, even though it disappeared when they came home...But I partly blame myself because he was quite close to me and when we got Soot I thought "oh how cute, now I'll have two cats". I was a little wrong on that point...when Jake met Soot he chased her down, ready to KILL, I think, even chasing her behind the sofa and scarying the poor thing to death. Now for people who don't know Soot, she's one of those that will never ever forget a hurt you've caused her. We call her vindictive, but she's my baby so no one else can call her that! So one night, when Soot was older and I was asleep we heard this huge noise and a cat screaming. We immediately thought, "oh no! Sooty!" and what we saw was Jake running in terror from the room, and a triumphant Soot standing there, with tufts and tufts of orange (Jake's orange) hair floating or nestled on the ground around her. He never even thought of going into that room again. But they've settled down and no longer really bother eachother. Soot's new target would be the dog. This is another, funnier, story. When Linda first got the dog, she (the dog) didn't know which rooms were the rooms she was allowed in and which weren't. By the way, Soot has a special room that no other animal is allowed into (this is the same room that Jake is terrified of and the scene of the incident). So one day Soot came out to inspect the new dog in the kitchen, and the dog, a terrier, caught sight of this new cat and suddenly got it into her head to chase Sooty from the kitchen, through the living room and into Soot's special room. I ran, thinking only of the danger that Sooty would be in if the dog were to corner her and bark, because it was a playful dog, yippy and so forth. I got to the door of the room and suddenly a streak of a dog comes running out, tail (or should I say stump) between her legs, howling away, to the kitchen. Soot then strutted out of the room with something like a mischievous smile on her face. So cute. Then I petted her on the head and realized then that she could take care of herself. Ever since then the dog leaves her be, and sometimes begs Linda to carry her if Sooty is just sitting there. Once in a while Soot will chase her around just to keep her in line, and if she makes too much noise Soot is ready to attack. Now don't get us wrong, she may be a bully, but she was pushed by the other animals. She is the sweetest kitty towards us, and will even "bunch" against me and stand there when I'm doing something. She'll come in and tap-tap Rich when she wants some kind of attention from him. Tap-tapping is this phenomena (where she learned it from we don't know) where she stands on her back legs, uses one paw to keep her steady, usually on his chair's arm and then with the other she taps him on his arm. "Hey! Pay attention to me." It's my belief that when no human is in the room she'll press the white spot on her chest to become any thing she wants to be. I think in the Jake incident she pressed it and said "form of scissors!" and cut his hair off, with the dog it was "form of a boot!" and kicked her out of the room. You know she's funny too because when we're watching her she'll drink her water with her paw, taking the water into her paw and sipping it that way. We call it "dainty" drinking. But I've caught her, when she's thought no one was looking, lapping away like a normal animal would. Something very very human about her. Strange, but lovable.
*Grimalkin a domestic cat; especially : an old female cat.
Okay I know this post was supposed to be about Jake but it took a weird turn somewhere and I couldn't stop. Must be that white spot. Oh look! she's in the room...she's looking at me, her paw has gone to her spot, oh no! she's growing..oh kdjfgkdljfkdslmfsdfnmnfgjrnnnn
I think it would be sad to see Soot, a grimalkin*, lounging around, sleeping all day, no longer active, just begging for food and leaving stinky nuggets that I have to pan for. That's how it is for Jake. No one seems to love him, doesn't care that he's aching, doesn't care that he would be terribly sad if someone were to leave him for three weeks, but what's the difference, he's not getting anything much now. He's that proverbial middle child. He did try to go the squeaky wheel route by developing a nose-scratching habit that eventually wore out the skin of his nose and we'd tell Linda that it only ocurred when she and Larry left for Florida, but she's one of those and liked to claim that it was just allergies, even though it disappeared when they came home...But I partly blame myself because he was quite close to me and when we got Soot I thought "oh how cute, now I'll have two cats". I was a little wrong on that point...when Jake met Soot he chased her down, ready to KILL, I think, even chasing her behind the sofa and scarying the poor thing to death. Now for people who don't know Soot, she's one of those that will never ever forget a hurt you've caused her. We call her vindictive, but she's my baby so no one else can call her that! So one night, when Soot was older and I was asleep we heard this huge noise and a cat screaming. We immediately thought, "oh no! Sooty!" and what we saw was Jake running in terror from the room, and a triumphant Soot standing there, with tufts and tufts of orange (Jake's orange) hair floating or nestled on the ground around her. He never even thought of going into that room again. But they've settled down and no longer really bother eachother. Soot's new target would be the dog. This is another, funnier, story. When Linda first got the dog, she (the dog) didn't know which rooms were the rooms she was allowed in and which weren't. By the way, Soot has a special room that no other animal is allowed into (this is the same room that Jake is terrified of and the scene of the incident). So one day Soot came out to inspect the new dog in the kitchen, and the dog, a terrier, caught sight of this new cat and suddenly got it into her head to chase Sooty from the kitchen, through the living room and into Soot's special room. I ran, thinking only of the danger that Sooty would be in if the dog were to corner her and bark, because it was a playful dog, yippy and so forth. I got to the door of the room and suddenly a streak of a dog comes running out, tail (or should I say stump) between her legs, howling away, to the kitchen. Soot then strutted out of the room with something like a mischievous smile on her face. So cute. Then I petted her on the head and realized then that she could take care of herself. Ever since then the dog leaves her be, and sometimes begs Linda to carry her if Sooty is just sitting there. Once in a while Soot will chase her around just to keep her in line, and if she makes too much noise Soot is ready to attack. Now don't get us wrong, she may be a bully, but she was pushed by the other animals. She is the sweetest kitty towards us, and will even "bunch" against me and stand there when I'm doing something. She'll come in and tap-tap Rich when she wants some kind of attention from him. Tap-tapping is this phenomena (where she learned it from we don't know) where she stands on her back legs, uses one paw to keep her steady, usually on his chair's arm and then with the other she taps him on his arm. "Hey! Pay attention to me." It's my belief that when no human is in the room she'll press the white spot on her chest to become any thing she wants to be. I think in the Jake incident she pressed it and said "form of scissors!" and cut his hair off, with the dog it was "form of a boot!" and kicked her out of the room. You know she's funny too because when we're watching her she'll drink her water with her paw, taking the water into her paw and sipping it that way. We call it "dainty" drinking. But I've caught her, when she's thought no one was looking, lapping away like a normal animal would. Something very very human about her. Strange, but lovable.
*Grimalkin a domestic cat; especially : an old female cat.
Okay I know this post was supposed to be about Jake but it took a weird turn somewhere and I couldn't stop. Must be that white spot. Oh look! she's in the room...she's looking at me, her paw has gone to her spot, oh no! she's growing..oh kdjfgkdljfkdslmfsdfnmnfgjrnnnn
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Disrespect
Click on this link to hear her sing it R-E-S-P-C-T. Yes, she probably slurs it, but then if that's the case, then I'm right. haha.
Click on this link to hear her sing it R-E-S-P-C-T. Yes, she probably slurs it, but then if that's the case, then I'm right. haha.
These are a few things I think about when I am in my hypnagogic* state.
Let's Call the Whole Thing Off
Did you guys know that in England a "popsicle" is referred to as an "ice lolly"? "lolly, lolly, lolly, get your popsicles here".
Can I Get An "E"
(Yes I know some people do not appreciate two separate "posts" in one, but the lolly was nothing special, besides this is gonna be 3 posts in one. haha!)
Anywho, does anyone realize that the song "Respect" sung by Aretha, really doesn't spell respect. "R-E-S-P-C-T, find out what it means to me". The extra "E", if sung, is just too many syllables...
I'm Melting! Meltingggg!
One last thing, you know how m&m's say that they "melt in your mouth, not in your hands"? I've always thought that was a bunch of crock because I would eat the peanut m&m's and keep some in my palm and eat them slowly, once I was done I would look at my palm and I'd have a colorful pattern smudged into my hand. A few yellow streaks, mingling with the reds and browns and greens. I no have longer had that problem because I moved to eating from the bag, rather than getting from my friends, then I just stopped eating them altogether.
*Hypnagogic means: of, relating to, or occurring in the period of drowsiness immediately preceding sleep.
(By the way, the last "g" is a soft "g") hip-nuh-Gah-jik. This is an adjective, by the way.
Gotta go. Have a good day everyone! It's rainy here, cloudy and a bit cold.
Me
Let's Call the Whole Thing Off
Did you guys know that in England a "popsicle" is referred to as an "ice lolly"? "lolly, lolly, lolly, get your popsicles here".
Can I Get An "E"
(Yes I know some people do not appreciate two separate "posts" in one, but the lolly was nothing special, besides this is gonna be 3 posts in one. haha!)
Anywho, does anyone realize that the song "Respect" sung by Aretha, really doesn't spell respect. "R-E-S-P-C-T, find out what it means to me". The extra "E", if sung, is just too many syllables...
I'm Melting! Meltingggg!
One last thing, you know how m&m's say that they "melt in your mouth, not in your hands"? I've always thought that was a bunch of crock because I would eat the peanut m&m's and keep some in my palm and eat them slowly, once I was done I would look at my palm and I'd have a colorful pattern smudged into my hand. A few yellow streaks, mingling with the reds and browns and greens. I no have longer had that problem because I moved to eating from the bag, rather than getting from my friends, then I just stopped eating them altogether.
*Hypnagogic means: of, relating to, or occurring in the period of drowsiness immediately preceding sleep.
(By the way, the last "g" is a soft "g") hip-nuh-Gah-jik. This is an adjective, by the way.
Gotta go. Have a good day everyone! It's rainy here, cloudy and a bit cold.
Me
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
The song that's up is a song from BOCA or "Best of College A cappella". It's "How Deep is Your Love?". This is from the '99 cd, but the pic i have posted under "music i'm liking" is i think the '01, and although I have that album I liked this song better. I'll only have it for today and tomorrow and after that it'll be gone. Enjoy it.
Me
Me
Evil Eye
Hey there's proof that the new twenties will explode if placed in the microwave. It seems that the most burning comes from Jackson's right eye! This is not a joke! For more information please read the article found in this link.
Motherfather
About the poll...I thought perhaps that maybe if you didn't have a mom, then you'd pick dad, because I would always pick mom as the parent I favored. Why mom? Probably because I spent more time with her and because she's, in general, much more open and mom-esque. Dad was aloof for most of our (my) growing up, or rather, just not as showy as mom was. (oh it's strange just imagining a showy dad). Although he did contribute a joke or two, which i can recite now because it's the same 10 over and over again. Mom was also the enforcer, the disciplinarian, 'though I've gotten yelled at by dad too, mom was the one who showed her worry most. Probably because I was a girl there was less to relate to with dad, and maybe he's loosened up in his later years, but I'm not around for that. He's not the one who spent afternoons telling us about demonios and witches and other chilling tales, falling asleep in the middle of it. He's also not the one who kept our traditions and past alive with story telling (although dad cooks more traditional food than mom). That's why we don't know jack about his side of the family...though slowly it's coming out. It's a mom thing to do, to bond with their kids and fathers are the hunters who sleep in separate quarters, coming home to bring the food. It's the woman who has to take care of the kids. I know that a lot of you are screaming "that's not how our world operates anymore" and there are many example of better or should i say "motherly" dads but what I'm trying to point out is, I guess it doesn't matter which it is, "mom" or "dad", but rather the one who nurtured you more and the one who took time out to bond with you, the one who did the "mothering" (usually that's the mom). I can understand if Mike chose dad because he is at the stage where he's rebelling at the parents, and the one most likely to coddle* him more would be mom so he's pushing her the most. I think at 17 I "hated" mom too. I spent 6 months not uttering a word to her, though occasionally I did grunt. I probably would have chosen dad too, at that time, because of her frequency to be in my face and to hassle me more about what was going on. I think I hassle my cat more than Rich does. (Note the use of "my" in the previous sentence). I wonder if she considers me her momma? She is my baby. haha...
I know this ended kinda lamely, (even ending sitcom style, with laughter) without a closing thought really, but life doesn't end perfectly and though they make for better movies I rather like the ones that keep my imagination working. So end it as you like to. Another thing, I would coddle my brother, and perhaps I do, but I understand that he's at a certain stage, and call it cowardly, I'd rather not tell him how to run his "fish backwards" just in case we might end up in a *tiff or him disliking me, or the other way around.
*Coddle means to spoil or pamper, or to baby.
*Tiff means to have a petty quarrel.
Sorry again because this was written just after I woke up, so if i seem disjointed blame the sunlight in my eyes and the fact that I can't see the keyboard (though my laptop's cover blocks the light, but this is just an excuse).
Also, Mike, I burnt you a cd and will be mailing it tomorrow. P.s. dad's b-day is the 11th. For a long time I had it confused with the 9th, the 11th and the 13th. I only "remembered" it when I asked mom the other day. Thank God for moms.
One more thing. God it was beautiful yesterday wasn't it? It was 62 degrees. G-damn! woohoo. Okay gotta run.
Me.
oh note to Rich, I love you, just don't correct me on my own blog! Also why is it when I clicked the "bold symbol" it pastes the word "strong" in the carrots, damn I don't know how to spell it, but these < > instead of "b"? I've never seen this (it's the same with italics except it's "em").
Hey there's proof that the new twenties will explode if placed in the microwave. It seems that the most burning comes from Jackson's right eye! This is not a joke! For more information please read the article found in this link.
Motherfather
About the poll...I thought perhaps that maybe if you didn't have a mom, then you'd pick dad, because I would always pick mom as the parent I favored. Why mom? Probably because I spent more time with her and because she's, in general, much more open and mom-esque. Dad was aloof for most of our (my) growing up, or rather, just not as showy as mom was. (oh it's strange just imagining a showy dad). Although he did contribute a joke or two, which i can recite now because it's the same 10 over and over again. Mom was also the enforcer, the disciplinarian, 'though I've gotten yelled at by dad too, mom was the one who showed her worry most. Probably because I was a girl there was less to relate to with dad, and maybe he's loosened up in his later years, but I'm not around for that. He's not the one who spent afternoons telling us about demonios and witches and other chilling tales, falling asleep in the middle of it. He's also not the one who kept our traditions and past alive with story telling (although dad cooks more traditional food than mom). That's why we don't know jack about his side of the family...though slowly it's coming out. It's a mom thing to do, to bond with their kids and fathers are the hunters who sleep in separate quarters, coming home to bring the food. It's the woman who has to take care of the kids. I know that a lot of you are screaming "that's not how our world operates anymore" and there are many example of better or should i say "motherly" dads but what I'm trying to point out is, I guess it doesn't matter which it is, "mom" or "dad", but rather the one who nurtured you more and the one who took time out to bond with you, the one who did the "mothering" (usually that's the mom). I can understand if Mike chose dad because he is at the stage where he's rebelling at the parents, and the one most likely to coddle* him more would be mom so he's pushing her the most. I think at 17 I "hated" mom too. I spent 6 months not uttering a word to her, though occasionally I did grunt. I probably would have chosen dad too, at that time, because of her frequency to be in my face and to hassle me more about what was going on. I think I hassle my cat more than Rich does. (Note the use of "my" in the previous sentence). I wonder if she considers me her momma? She is my baby. haha...
I know this ended kinda lamely, (even ending sitcom style, with laughter) without a closing thought really, but life doesn't end perfectly and though they make for better movies I rather like the ones that keep my imagination working. So end it as you like to. Another thing, I would coddle my brother, and perhaps I do, but I understand that he's at a certain stage, and call it cowardly, I'd rather not tell him how to run his "fish backwards" just in case we might end up in a *tiff or him disliking me, or the other way around.
*Coddle means to spoil or pamper, or to baby.
*Tiff means to have a petty quarrel.
Sorry again because this was written just after I woke up, so if i seem disjointed blame the sunlight in my eyes and the fact that I can't see the keyboard (though my laptop's cover blocks the light, but this is just an excuse).
Also, Mike, I burnt you a cd and will be mailing it tomorrow. P.s. dad's b-day is the 11th. For a long time I had it confused with the 9th, the 11th and the 13th. I only "remembered" it when I asked mom the other day. Thank God for moms.
One more thing. God it was beautiful yesterday wasn't it? It was 62 degrees. G-damn! woohoo. Okay gotta run.
Me.
oh note to Rich, I love you, just don't correct me on my own blog! Also why is it when I clicked the "bold symbol" it pastes the word "strong" in the carrots, damn I don't know how to spell it, but these < > instead of "b"? I've never seen this (it's the same with italics except it's "em").
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Word of the Day
The word of the day is chin-wag or chinwag
It's warm but cloudy and threatening to rain. I got my Burpee Seed catalogue today and something about seeing that smiling at me brings tingles and chills. I blame my farmer genes. I may not plant anything this year, which is depressing me. My strawberries are overgrown and last year the pesky pests would pick them before we could taste them, once in a while we'd win the race but other times they'd get there first. Maybe I will plant a few things, but i can't order them since I have a whole stash of seeds somewhere. On another train, I heard some news about two graduatees that I know...maybe a little _ _ _ for one and then at the end of the year a _ _ _ _ _! haha. Can't say, mom said not to, but maybe you two know already... lala. shhh! Okay gotta get goin. Have a good day all.
Me
Chinwag means:
A chat or conversation, or gossip.
Example sentence: Hey, before you go, we better set up an appointment for our next chinwag. Do I have some stuff to tell you!
p.s. new poll coming up
p.p.s. i was gonna post up one dead pest on my site but maybe it's too early for some people...haha
The word of the day is chin-wag or chinwag
It's warm but cloudy and threatening to rain. I got my Burpee Seed catalogue today and something about seeing that smiling at me brings tingles and chills. I blame my farmer genes. I may not plant anything this year, which is depressing me. My strawberries are overgrown and last year the pesky pests would pick them before we could taste them, once in a while we'd win the race but other times they'd get there first. Maybe I will plant a few things, but i can't order them since I have a whole stash of seeds somewhere. On another train, I heard some news about two graduatees that I know...maybe a little _ _ _ for one and then at the end of the year a _ _ _ _ _! haha. Can't say, mom said not to, but maybe you two know already... lala. shhh! Okay gotta get goin. Have a good day all.
Me
Chinwag means:
A chat or conversation, or gossip.
Example sentence: Hey, before you go, we better set up an appointment for our next chinwag. Do I have some stuff to tell you!
p.s. new poll coming up
p.p.s. i was gonna post up one dead pest on my site but maybe it's too early for some people...haha
Monday, March 01, 2004
Weather or not
Oh my gosh the weather was so nice yesterday! I just looked at this week's forecast and saw that it's gonna be in the 50's this week, and maybe even 60 on Friday! Isn't that great? Problem is it'll be raining the whole week. Haha. Well it's nice right now! I wake up with the sun in my eyes, and though it's sorta nice, it's really not because I end up waking up at 6, when on cloudy days I wake up at 8. haha. Has anyone noticed that it gets darker later and later, and brighter earlier and earlier? This means spring is coming! Woo! Rich and I took a quick drive to the beach late yesterday, and though he was cold, no one else seemed to be because the beach was teeming with people! Anyway, gotta run! Have a great day everyone.
Oh my gosh the weather was so nice yesterday! I just looked at this week's forecast and saw that it's gonna be in the 50's this week, and maybe even 60 on Friday! Isn't that great? Problem is it'll be raining the whole week. Haha. Well it's nice right now! I wake up with the sun in my eyes, and though it's sorta nice, it's really not because I end up waking up at 6, when on cloudy days I wake up at 8. haha. Has anyone noticed that it gets darker later and later, and brighter earlier and earlier? This means spring is coming! Woo! Rich and I took a quick drive to the beach late yesterday, and though he was cold, no one else seemed to be because the beach was teeming with people! Anyway, gotta run! Have a great day everyone.
