tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29985502011-04-21T14:10:50.745-04:00Rants from the Queen CityVents from a "Normal" Townzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comBlogger1301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1104457710620490752004-12-30T20:43:00.000-05:002004-12-30T21:58:33.786-05:00 Pure Determination
So, my own, personal tribute to Glacier National Park has been living on the end of my driveway for a week, thanks to the plowing skills of Springfield Township. Between my attempt at getting a path for my tires to get through, and the street clearing, a giant iceburg formed on the end of my driveway, preventing me from being able to turn right into my drive. Now for a zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1103998767439380352004-12-25T13:13:00.000-05:002004-12-25T13:19:52.756-05:00Thank you, Technology Gods
Got to spend part of the day with my family as it were, via the internet. We set up an ichat, and I snapped a lot of photos with the digital camera to send to the family. I opened the gifts they sent me, and they got links to their gifts, which I shall send them when I can.
It was fun, and sweet, and a very happy day after all.
My brother gave me a pass to the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1103894604342395862004-12-24T08:12:00.000-05:002004-12-24T08:23:24.343-05:00If Only In My Dreams
I had it all planned out. I snagged a round-trip ticked to Richmond, and secured a rental car there, so I could drive home for Christmas. I was to leave Thursday, right after work. I'd show up on Mom's doorstep as her big Christmas Surprise. Given my chosen career path, I'm never home for Christmas, but this year would be different. I packed my bags, including all the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1098398144163408912004-10-21T18:27:00.000-04:002004-10-21T18:35:44.163-04:00To Quote my namesake
Beauty knows no pain But it's a lie.....
Thinking of how much time I waste, and how much I hate to shave my pits, I've started waxing my legs. Not that big a deal, when the trade off is 3 gloriously smooth gams.
Thinking along those same lines, I figured I have to shave my armpits more, so why not wax them? 1st of all, the wax application calls for a clean, perspirationzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1093065966089088812004-08-21T01:02:00.000-04:002004-12-30T22:02:27.313-05:00To My Dear Friends
I want to thank everyone who has expressed concern over my not posting lately. I'd like to say it's because I've been having the time of my life, but truth is, I haven't posted because I didn't want to bring everyone into my problems. More importantly, I don't want anyone to feel sorry for me.
My job situation is unfathomly terrible. I do my job well, probably better than zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1085591948720056432004-05-26T12:30:00.000-04:002004-05-26T13:19:08.720-04:00Thinking in 17 year cycles
I've been melancholy about a lot of things lately. And one of the things that has been perking me up is my affection for the periodic cicadas that are invading Cincinnati. But it's given me things to think about as well:
The last time they were out, I was finishing my Junior year in high school. I was slightly afraid of the cicadas, until I realized they were zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1076261185122715322004-02-08T12:20:00.000-05:002004-02-08T12:28:48.280-05:00On Janet Jackson's breast
Why is this such a big deal? The Most watched television show in America" is described this way:
C.S.I. features a team of forensic investigators trained to solve crimes the old-fashioned way -- by examining the evidence. The team's leader, Gil Grissom, heads the Las Vegas Criminalistics Bureau. Investigators include Catherine Willows, Capt. Jim Brass, Warrick Brown, zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1066701602350188292003-10-20T21:47:00.000-04:002003-10-20T22:22:22.033-04:00It's that time of year again...
I used to really enjoy Autumn. The leaves in my backyard turn all kinds of colors; the miniature crab tree by my drive loses its leaves early, leaving thousands of tiny, dark orange apple/berry things on it's branches. I like the smell of burning firewood from the neighbor's deck that wafts into the open windows in the evening. I look forward to Hallowe'en & "zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-1059010124199841162003-07-23T21:28:00.000-04:002003-07-23T21:28:43.943-04:00Click here... I'm feeling lazy. Thank you.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-951848182003-06-02T05:51:00.000-04:002003-06-02T05:51:13.240-04:00No Time
Haven't had time to post. Will try to get something up in the next 24 hours or so.... been crazy this week, literally.
zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-939470362003-05-07T16:24:00.000-04:002003-05-07T16:24:48.163-04:00Mixed Emotions
Posting here because I figure it will slip under the radar some.....
I can't quite shake the feeling of joy that Timmy may want to be part of my life in some way. I've missed him terribly, and though he hurt me terribly, he has apologized profusely, and I, being the forgiving creature that I am, have accepted. How could I hold a grudge against someone I loved for so long with zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-931960612003-04-24T15:59:00.000-04:002003-04-24T15:59:00.260-04:00Pulling Double Duty
Dex got me a page on Live Journal. So now I have more than one place to vent.
Things are going well. I'm tired right now, and ready to go take the aprés work nap.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-909558722003-03-18T19:13:00.000-05:002003-03-18T19:13:26.000-05:00Feeling My Age
I went out on Saturday. The only reason was because I was specifically invited by a friend of mine, who is trying to drum up business for the club's '80's nite, so he called out the "old guard."
I had a good time, and it reminded me of how much I love to dance! Traffic was light, and I had only to pay for my parking. The owners met me at the door, waived my cover, and told me zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-903746692003-03-08T18:34:00.000-05:002003-03-08T18:34:33.826-05:00...and on the renewal of life
Now, I rarely, if ever watch TV. And never do I see the local news, so I have no idea what the weather may be like in the next few days (If I know Cincinnati, it could snow 7" tomorrow). I could look it up on the net, since I'm here, but that takes the surprise out of things.
And if I've learned any lesson, and taken it to heart, it's that life is full of zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-903029772003-03-07T10:03:00.000-05:002003-03-07T10:09:52.000-05:00On the death of friends
One of my friends in Dayton, with whom I worked some time ago, killed himself yesterday. Seems he & his girlfriend couldn't work things out, and he decided to throw in the towel. Not on the relationship, on his life. He was 24 years old.
I hadn't seen him in months. We talked on the phone about 2 months ago, right after the new year, and he seemed fine. This zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-901867712003-03-05T13:47:00.000-05:002003-03-05T15:58:59.000-05:00The Soundtrack of our lives
I feel bad dwelling on this whole subject of the demise of my relationship with Timmy, but it hangs heavy in my heart; constantly wondering what went wrong, and it is casting shadows on any other interactions I have with men in my life. And, due to my deep ties in music, it seems I keep finding songs creeping up in my life that reflect on the whole affair (no pun zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-880770322003-01-26T22:58:00.000-05:002003-01-26T23:07:09.000-05:00The Strangest Things....
....seem to make me melancholy. The Bucs won the Superbowl. Thanks to Myo for bringing entertainent to the game. I didn't watch. No surprise. I was playing on Pogo through the event. Again, no surprise. But someone popped in to tell us non-sports types that Tampa won.
Given my tendency to never burn bridges, I thought I'd give Timmy, a Tampa boy, a call and offerzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-876520942003-01-18T16:35:00.000-05:002003-01-18T16:41:17.000-05:00And now onto something completely different
After receiving feedback that my last post was, well, unsettling, I'll post goofier stuff:
When my parents came to visit for Christmas, they brought me some furniture. A new chair for my entertainment room, and a coffee table they no longer use.
The coffee table is now sitting in my living room, underneath my bay window. On top of it is the box, zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-875727492003-01-16T23:29:00.000-05:002003-01-16T23:40:30.000-05:00Warning: Contents disturbing
Dear David:
Remember me? Probably not, but I was the little girl you used to babysit back in the late seventies. Our parents were friends, before yours got divorced. I was the one (and God, I hope there weren't others) you used to take up to your room and make sit on your lap while our parents drank wine downstairs. You wouldn't let me leave unless you had put zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-873614462003-01-13T12:39:00.000-05:002003-01-13T12:48:17.000-05:00Another New Year, the Addiction Continues
I haven't updated in ages. Not that it matters. I have few readers, and most of them I know personally, so they know what's been going on.....
The year has started off well, and work is finally slowing down. For the most part, my job is just as busy after the season, as it is during, because I am responsible for making the store look good again afterzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-858280152002-12-11T02:45:00.000-05:002002-12-11T02:51:51.000-05:00So, you want to go out with me....
Here are some ground rules:
If you tell me you're going to call me, I expect you to call. I don't really care if I just met you... if you got far enough to obtain one of my phone numbers, and you tell me that you will call, you should call, even if it's to tell me that it was all a drunken mistake. Drunken mistakes I can easily forgive, breaking your word?zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-856940532002-12-08T17:02:00.000-05:002002-12-08T17:24:06.000-05:00Closure?
Today, I finished the last pair of socks I'll probably ever knit for Timmy. And I've taken a lot of grief for them. "Why are you knitting him socks, since he dumped you?" I have been asked by more than one person.
Because I started them a long time ago. Before I found out he was seeing someone else. Because I has bought the yarn specifically for this purpose. Because the colors zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-839445302002-11-02T23:30:00.000-05:002002-11-02T23:33:23.000-05:00Today Signals the End of My Life
No, I'm not remotely suicidal. Unless you count the fact that my chosen career is that of Retail. And, yes, Attention Shoppers, it's officially that time of year.
We were slammed today. The truck my team had to put away had over 5000 pieces. It never ended. There are still 3 carts of product in my warehouse, waiting to be shelved tomorrow morning.
And my zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-838621382002-11-01T01:07:00.000-05:002002-11-01T02:24:48.000-05:00Exposure
I've been feeling vulnerable. And this isn't what I was going to write about. I was going to write about my trip home, but I'll pass on that. Let's just sum it up by saying I had a bittersweet time, saw my terminally ill aunt, but had a blast hanging out with Mom. Lots of wine was consumed, and I saw a travelling production of Mamma Mia, which was cheesy, but fun. And, now, it's zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-833640232002-10-22T15:14:00.000-04:002002-10-22T16:29:44.000-04:00A Tale of Star Crossed Lovers
I'm open to a lot of things, and lately, I've found myself rediscovering the strangeness that is Astrology. Now, I'm not talking about reading my daily horoscope; I don't make decicisons in my life based on such things, but I have found that some of the "characteristics" of the signs really do reflect a lot of the people I know.
My friend MadMatt is a Scorpio. zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-832632772002-10-20T16:54:00.000-04:002003-04-03T15:52:30.000-05:00Remote Broadcasting
Although it is not that unusual for Myo to post from my place, I have never had the opportunity to post from her place. Until now.
She is off visiting Roger Mexico, and I am catsitting. Payment in advance, I guess you could say, for her watching my kids later this weekend.
I love her cats; they tolerate me. I'm that lady who's not Mom, but who crashes on the couch, andzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-829294302002-10-13T15:13:00.000-04:002002-10-17T18:44:06.000-04:00Attention Songwriters! I have a red pencil, and I'm not afraid to use it!
I'll be the first one to admit it. I have this thing about grammar. I'm not perfect, but I think it's probably safe to say, I have a better working knowledge of what is proper English grammar vs. what isn't. I'm sure it's deeply rooted in the fact that my father's mother was an English teacher. She was strict with himzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-828507892002-10-11T13:52:00.000-04:002002-10-27T21:13:12.000-05:00And to Quote When Harry Met Sally...
"Look, there is no point in my going out with someone I might really like, if I met him at the right time, but who right now has no chance of being anything to me but a transitional man."
I'm being set up. I know this. The message on the answering machine said it all: "You have got to come over for dinner tomorrow night, if you don't have plans. If you zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-828096012002-10-10T17:23:00.000-04:002002-10-10T17:54:42.000-04:00Some days are Diamonds
Some days are dirt, right? I still am very conflicted about this whole estrangement with Timmy thing. For over two years he was a daily part of my life, if not in person, then in voice and e-mail. And getting this all worked out has been, well, a great, unforeseen challenge.
There are some plus sides in my life right now. I'm much more settled in my job, and rather zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-825672022002-10-05T16:24:00.000-04:002002-10-05T16:59:08.000-04:00I'm a good girl, really I am
After making grand plans for Friday night, I played it safe. Instead of meeting up with some friends at my favorite nightclub, Myo and I ended up at King's Island (the local amusement park) for their celebration of all things spooky, Fearfest.
It's sponsored this year by the naugtiest radio station in town, WEBN, and one of the on-air personalities is an zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-823345932002-09-30T18:46:00.000-04:002002-09-30T21:32:09.000-04:00Shock Recovery
Okay so I'm sort of over the initial anger. Step one? Delete his number from my cell phone & speed dial. Step two? Enter those of boy toys from the past. Why not, right?
Vengeance isn't in my nature. But I'm certainly not going to sit around. Besides. I have great friends & family. I started four phone calls this afternoon with, "He's fucking an ex-girlfriend in Florida.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-823285652002-09-30T16:24:00.000-04:002002-10-11T14:23:37.000-04:00And I defended HIM!!!
So here I am, all depressed because I knew something was going on with Timmy. Well, I now have confirmation. The schmuck was fucking an ex-girlfriend in Florida! I should have known, because as much as he hates the place, he spent a long time there on his "vacation to see his Grandmother!"
Grandmother my ass... And my mother knew there was some reason he was staying sozappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-814368182002-09-10T23:18:00.000-04:002002-09-10T23:18:15.396-04:00Numb
I guess I haven't posted lateley because I've been avoiding the obvious... Timmy and I are on the outs, and I can 't feel anything. Right now, the only reason I even signed on is because I've polished off a bottle of wine. I'm sorry, maybe later I'll feel like writing.
Right now, I'm heading to the bathtub....zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-802855482002-08-15T14:30:00.000-04:002002-08-15T14:30:55.553-04:00My purpose in Life
I'm a 31 year old divorced single woman. I have no children. Usually women in my position start to hear their biological clock tick. They start to think that maybe they shouldn't have been so focused on their careers, social lives, etc. According to "traditional Church values" a woman's primary duty is to "bear fruit."
I don't have these concerns for the most part. I zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795290662002-07-28T21:58:00.000-04:002002-07-28T22:01:13.000-04:00After the Nap
Sweater update: I finally picked up those last 80 stitches. Myo is still here and we are playing a fantastic game called Bethump'd with Words If you can find it somewhere, and enjoy English, pick it up. Hours of entertainment, once you are rested.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795090582002-07-28T09:00:00.000-04:002002-07-28T09:10:58.000-04:00Hour 24 We did it!!!
Last post before the PM part of the Tylenol kicks in. Time to do some major thanking.
I want to thank Monkey, Paisley, Myo, Timmy, Kemper, Gypsy, MaHuang & Kismet for sponsoring SPCA Cincinnati through this site.How the cats managed to sponsor me, I don't know, but their e-mail address is vaguely familiar. You guys were very generous, and as I'm pretty sure I was the onlyzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795086562002-07-28T08:32:00.000-04:002002-07-28T09:01:15.000-04:00Hour 23.5
Second to last post, and I have time to survey the damage. The room I had cleaned up for this event is back to a chaotic haven. But once I pick up Ignatius' clothes and put the suitcase I found them in back in the basement, that will ditch a lot of teh clutter.
We overstocked on food for the event. We didn't eat the pizza or touch the ice cream. I need to remember to get some foilzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795082242002-07-28T08:02:00.000-04:002002-07-28T22:50:25.000-04:00Hour 23.0
I know now that I am no loger as young as I thought I was. Mentally, I feel okay. A little "out of it," but for the most part, I could still function in society. No need for the designer jacket with extra-long sleeves and back buckles.
Physically, I'm feeling it. I've been sitting on the floor most of the night, because a) That's where the second computer monitor is, and b) when Izappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795077822002-07-28T07:32:00.000-04:002002-07-28T07:32:35.073-04:00Hour 22.5
I have just spent the past 30 minutes going through my mail. In that time, the computer that Myo is using for her page, (the same one I'm using for Charlotte's page crashed. I have to try to retrieve whatever I can from that page's post, so I can't spend a lot of time here. Sorry.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795074362002-07-28T07:05:00.000-04:002002-07-28T07:08:20.000-04:00Hour 22.0
Second wind still hanging in there, but I have to clean out my inbox from this account. And I'd like to see what else is out there. So I'll leave you with one of my favorite websites, since, after all, weren't weblogs originaly just lists of places to check out?zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795070302002-07-28T06:35:00.000-04:002002-07-28T07:03:25.000-04:00Hour 21.5
Bad news folks, I'm catching my second wind. Seems contagious... Myo seems to have caught her's, too.
And I know what brought it back: I was listening to the birds start to welcome the sun and sing their little hearts out. A sound that, normally, at this hour, if I hadn't slept all night, under circumstances just like these, I would have been annoyed. But then I looked out in the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795065352002-07-28T06:00:00.000-04:002006-01-14T13:57:50.323-05:00Hour 21.0Three hours left, and I am watching the sky lighten. Gives me giggles to think that if this were a normal Sunday, I'd be punching in at work right about now. (Right about now, the Funk Soul Brother...)Stream of conscience babbling is happening. Seems other bloggers are focused on how they are are "losing it." I completely understand.So, I dragged the heating pad out, and inbetween zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795060812002-07-28T05:29:00.000-04:002002-07-28T05:44:02.000-04:00Hour 20.5
There would be no argument if someone said my music tastes were eclectic. I often say I have "everything from Abba to Zombie (Rob)." I used to say "Abba to Zappa," but then I got Hellbilly Deluxe and I had to alter my motto to keep up with my collection.
I do have a guilty pleasure. I like Tom Jones. You know? The Vegas guy. The man who made "What's New Pussycat" a catchphrase zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795056892002-07-28T05:00:00.000-04:002002-07-28T05:33:24.000-04:00Hour 20.0
That aforementioned link is Metaspy Have a great time.
There's a lot of talk on the newsgroups about "next year." At this point I know 2 things regarding "next year."
1) I'd love to do this again. It's been a lot of fun. I've really gotten pretty good at my HTML coding. I've learned to think on the fly. I've come to really appreciate the skills of others: other Bloggers, zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795051752002-07-28T04:31:00.000-04:002002-07-28T06:54:13.000-04:00Hour 19.5
Once again, Timmy has come through for me. I really am the luckiest girl.
There is a website out there that monitors what people are searching on the internet for (what keywords they've entered) at that very second. But before I give you the link, I'll paste in a list of some of this stuff. It's sort of voyeurestic, a little on the perverted side at times, and definately strange.
zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795045042002-07-28T03:56:00.000-04:002002-07-28T04:09:40.000-04:00Hour 19.0
My "research" as mentioned in the previous entry is sill being conducted: Which is to say, I had to call Timmy and ask him for a link he sent me to some time ago that was fascinating. Once the inbox on my private account starts flashing, I'll be able to post it here, or more importantly, be able to use it as a topic for another post.
Sweater Update:
I have 80 stiches left of the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795038522002-07-28T03:27:00.000-04:002002-07-28T06:55:54.000-04:00Hour 18.5
Suddenly, David Lee Roth's voice is in my head, quoting bits of Van Halen's "Hot for Teacher." Specifically, "Give me something to write on!"
Strange how I have 15 posts left to make (a wrap up one at 9am Sunday makes the 49th by my count.) I mean, if you only have to make 48 posts, then does that mean everyone can go to bed a half hour early?
Me? I planned for 49 posts. I zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795031862002-07-28T02:58:00.000-04:002002-07-28T02:58:58.173-04:00Hour 18.0
Myo mentioned the 7th inning stretch. For me, right now, that would be taking full advantage of the "goofy dancing gene" that I seem to share with my brother.
I figure it has to be genetic, because both my brother will suddenly start dancing with total abandon. Don't get me wrong, we both have an excellent sense of rhythm, and still dance in time, but the moves, well, border on out zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795028362002-07-28T02:45:00.000-04:002002-07-28T02:45:35.750-04:00Hour 17.5
Myo and I have made another pot of coffee, but this one we made extra strong so we could ice it (it's getting a little warm here in the computer room) and mix it with some Bailey's.
I'm not sure what will come of this. The alcohol could make us sleepy, but I think the overwhelming amount of caffeine coursing through our individual bloodstreams would keep a bear awake the entire zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795014372002-07-28T01:58:00.000-04:002002-07-28T01:58:40.683-04:00Hour 17.0
One of the ways I fill the empty hours of my life is by playing spades online.
I used to play spades in college with the same group of guys almost every single night. I got to be pretty decent at it.
Now I try to get at least one game in a day, though obviously not today. One of the greatest things about this, and it's a feature I was leery of at first, is the chat function. zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-795005552002-07-28T01:30:00.000-04:002002-07-28T01:33:30.000-04:00Hour 16.5
Been busy putting Ignatius in a new wardrobe. Will have pic's soon, I hope (now where have I heard that before?).
Also been checking out more sites in the webring. I've been at it all day, and still haven't gotten back to the beginning! Way Cool!zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794995792002-07-28T00:59:00.000-04:002002-07-28T01:07:17.000-04:00Hour 16.0
Not that I don't think my Gypsy girl is talented. She is in her own way. She is master huntress. I swear, if there is an insect anywhere in the house, she will track it down and kill it. She waits by windows and doors, hoping that something might "Crawl toward the Light," for her to kill. Junebugs seem to be this summer's favorite. They seem to fly in everytime the front door is zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794987622002-07-28T00:36:00.000-04:002002-07-28T00:48:27.000-04:00Hour 15.5
Finally got the last group of pictures up. As I was saying, Kemper has one trick he will always perform.
I have an animated picture of Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd from one of their cartoons. It is called "A Classic Confrontation."
It plays the music and sounds, so there is dialogue, and the characters move across the frame. A lot of "I'm hunting wabbits" talk.
Anyways, as soon as zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794973842002-07-27T23:54:00.000-04:002002-07-28T00:38:32.000-04:00Hour 15.0
And now, some more pictures of the still unnamed "dead guy mascot"
Sometimes, Myo and I are a little odd. Send us suggestions for a name.
zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794965732002-07-27T23:29:00.000-04:002002-07-27T23:38:44.000-04:00Hour 14.5
While I'm waiting for cat pictures to load, I want to thank Zappadad for his e-mail of encouragement. He quoted Rogers & Hammerstein, changing the words of "Walk On" to "Blog On>" Sometimes, my father is just too cool.
Moving on to girly regimine stuff. Toenails have coat #1 of Classic Red on them. Had to pull my hair back tightly, so I can start my facial stuff. Step one zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794955902002-07-27T22:58:00.000-04:002002-07-27T22:58:48.000-04:00Hour 14.0
I know, I know, I talk about my cats a lot. But they do provide and endless font of subject matter. And, like any parent would feel about a child, I feel that my pets are, well, "gifted."
Take The Boy, for instance. He can turn lights on and off. Meaning that he will jump at the switches on the wall and grab them with either a paw or his mouth. Cool party trick, not that he'll dozappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794947462002-07-27T22:30:00.000-04:002002-07-27T22:30:45.863-04:00Hour 13.5
My fortune in my fortune cookie said "Your heart is in the right place where loved ones are concerned."
Guess I'll stop worrying about Mom printing out the For My Aunt Charlotte page, because the fortune cookie said it was okay. Of course I could ask the Advice Bunny
Hummmm. Seems like the Advice Bunny and the Advice Duck agree with the fortune cookie. With so many oracles tellingzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794936472002-07-27T21:53:00.000-04:002002-07-27T23:56:15.000-04:00Hour 13.0
And now as promised.....
IT'S THE NAME THE DEAD GUY MASCOT GAME!!!!
Isn't he wonderful, Ladies & Gentlemen?
But he needs a name. "Dead Guy" just isn't working for us. Please send us suggestions.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794930502002-07-27T21:31:00.000-04:002002-07-27T21:54:26.000-04:00Hour 12.5
Chinese Food.....Goooooood.
So here we are, past the halfway point, and I'm still jazzed. Myo and I are heading toward our "Prime Time," being the nocturnal creatures that we are.
When we first signed up for this, I got a lot of "How will you stay awake?" questions. Funny. I never worried about it. Sure, I'll be ready to fall asleep when it's all over, but the whole process of zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794923662002-07-27T21:04:00.000-04:002002-07-27T21:07:56.000-04:00Hour 12.0-The Halfway point
Girly stuff has started, though slowly. I've put on the first coat of red nail polish on my toes. And I finally put a bra on. I had to: Food came. And with that said, I'm going to cut this short so I can eat. zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794914552002-07-27T20:30:00.000-04:002002-07-28T06:59:23.000-04:00Hour 11.5
Just got off the phone with my parents. They live in Virginia, and have been periodically checking in on this and my other page.
Mom: The font you chose is awful.
Me: Oh, that's right you use Netscape. If you view it through Internet Explorer it looks much better.
Mom: I don't know how to do that.
Me: Sure you do. It's written down on that sheet I gave you. Just go to your zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794907412002-07-27T20:03:00.000-04:002002-07-27T20:15:54.000-04:00Hour 11.0
Here's why the Chinese Delivery Guy is always amused when he climbs the porch to my steps. I usually have several newspapers thrown all over the porch.
I'm protesting the little "local" paper that is delivered here every Wednesday. It's garbage. I don't, nor would I, subscribe. Yet every 5 weeks or so Kevin comes to my door and asks for $2.50 for delivering the paper. I have told zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794898612002-07-27T19:30:00.000-04:002002-07-27T19:53:20.000-04:00Hour 10.5
It is approaching the time to summon the Chinese Food Delivery Guy. I cannot even begin to think of what I might want to eat. Part of me is leaning toward lo-mein, so I can eat it straight out of the carton: No need for a plate. Myo will get General Tso chicken. It's her usual.
The Chinese Delivery Guy is always amused when he climbs the porch to my steps. I'll tell you why at zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794889942002-07-27T18:59:00.000-04:002002-07-27T19:33:37.000-04:00Hour 10.0
Hummm. And I haven't knitted a stitch since the discovery of "Dead Guy in Drag." As soon as the pictures are up (Call me back, Timmy), we'll solicit names for him. He has become Myo's and my mascot for the day. Don't ask me why a little skeleton has kept us so amused, but it has.
We've been changing his wardrobe with great frequency, and taking pics. There is a picture of him zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794886682002-07-27T18:47:00.000-04:002002-07-27T18:49:48.000-04:00Hour 9.5
Yikes! I'm really late! And no excuse whatsoever. The only one I have is that I've been surfing other sites out there and lost track of time. Good things are out there! Click on the webring to discover the insanity of others.
Pictures are coming, I swear it. I just need Timmy to call me back. TIMMAAAAHHHH!!!zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794873902002-07-27T18:02:00.000-04:002002-07-27T18:04:13.000-04:00Hour 9.0
We seem to have hit our stride. Strangeness is abounding so quickly, I haven't even had time to cut the brownies. More pics are coming, as soon as I get in touch with Timmy. Haven't even started the Girly Facial stuff yet. Seems to have been put on the back burner.
Pass the coffee!zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794867252002-07-27T17:37:00.000-04:002002-07-27T18:02:09.000-04:00Hour 8.5
Not a long post here. We are in the persuit of general strangeness. Now that photos are available, check out my cats. They are sleeping for us.
My boy
The Chunky Girlzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794856392002-07-27T17:02:00.000-04:002002-07-27T17:04:20.000-04:00Hour 8.0
I just watched Myo wash down a Metabolife with Diet Coke. She doesn't take it as any part of a "weight loss" program, she wouldn't need to. She takes it to stay awake. In, oh, I'd guess about 20 minutes or so, she'll be bouncing off the walls.
Once the coffee is ready, I'm sure I'll join her in that exercise. She already told you about the flying waffles. Now we go and stare out zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794844112002-07-27T16:23:00.000-04:002002-07-27T16:26:42.000-04:00Hour 7.5
Timmy has graciously stepped in and offered to host my photos on his server! Dating a computer guru has definate advantages. Now I just need
Brownies finally made it into the oven. But I forgot to add the baby M&M's we bought for them. Oh well, guess we'll just have to eat them out of the bag. Darn the luck. Darn the luck.
And they should be done in 30 minutes, according to the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794837422002-07-27T16:01:00.000-04:002002-07-27T16:23:41.000-04:00Hour 7.0
Finally turned the oven on and got out the package of brownie mix.
Switched from coffee to Diet Coke
Still can't get the place that's hosting my photos to load anything, even their home page.
And, I keep getting this funny feeling that this isn't turnig out to be the fun-filled adventure it was planned to be. Need to come up with something. Maybe I'll make Myo surf 3WA and see whatzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794828542002-07-27T15:32:00.000-04:002002-07-27T16:25:49.000-04:00Hour 6.5
Switched radio stations again. Perkigoth, one of our favorites. They are currently serenading us with Cyndi Lauper's "She Bop."
Which brings up the question, "How many songs are there that deal with, uh, how shall we say, self-gratification?"
Others:
I Touch Myself- Divinyls
Right Hand Man- Joan Osborne
Darling Nikki- Prince
Captain Jack- Billy Joel
Imaginary Lover- Atlanta Rhythm zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794818652002-07-27T14:59:00.000-04:002002-07-27T15:01:01.000-04:00Hour 6.0
Seems the photo server I use is having issues of its own. I got in okay, uploaded my pics, and then, nothing. Nothing. Now I can't even get to their home page. So the photos have been put on hold.
In the meantime, I am still maintaining my official Blogathon postion of "Egg-Timer Monitor." I set it every 30 minutes, so we know when to post. I've grown so accustomed to the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794811632002-07-27T14:35:00.000-04:002002-07-27T14:44:01.000-04:00Hour 5.5
Taking photos of the cats. Hope to get them up soon. Stay tuned!zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794799052002-07-27T13:51:00.000-04:002002-07-27T14:05:48.000-04:00Hour 5.0
Brownies still aren't made. Myo's been surfing the web, looking for interesting subject material. Me? My big accomplishment is that I've finished the body of the sweater I've been working. Next, I'll do the neckband (provided I can find the right size needles.... I'm sure they're around here somewhere), and then start the sleeves, if I'm feeling extremely productive. I need to weavezappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794793082002-07-27T13:31:00.000-04:002002-07-27T14:07:48.000-04:00Hour 4.5
Not to keep ranting, though that is what this page was originally set up for, but I want to say I like my car.
I took it to the shop on Thursday night, and Myo was kind enough to transport me back to my abode. It was time for its 35,000 mile "check-up."
I drive a 2000 Honda Civic SI in Electron Pearl Blue. I want to go on record as saying that this car had not been modified since zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794783462002-07-27T12:58:00.000-04:002002-07-27T13:11:22.000-04:00Hour 4.0
Well, a change in music from Classic Rock to 70's music still hasn't perked up the mood. Maybe it's toe nail painting time.
That, and I'm kinda angry that there are people in our webring that just don't belong. If you are a reader, and not a participant, I'll sum it up. If you click on the Blogathon link on my page, it will put you to another blog page, supposedly someone who is, zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794777832002-07-27T12:38:00.000-04:002002-07-27T12:38:14.083-04:00Hour 3.5
Just ate a hot pocket to absorb some of the coffee churning in my tummy. But other than that, I feel fine. Wired, but fine.
I scared a telemarketer today. I answered the phone, "Zap & Myo's house of insanity, Can I help you?" She wanted to sell me windows. I politely explained that I am a renter, and wasn't qualified to make those decisions. I then went on to point out that my zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794767832002-07-27T12:01:00.000-04:002002-07-27T12:05:10.000-04:00Hour 3.0
Still knitting. Sigh. Didn't surf or find anything else to write about. I'm getting a little hungry. There's food in the freezer, and the Chinese place that delivers is on speed dial. Maybe now would be a good time to bake the brownies...
Promise more interesting stuff to come. Myo and I are conspiring.zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794759622002-07-27T11:29:00.000-04:002002-07-27T11:48:23.000-04:00Hour 2.5
The morning has been, so far rather subduded. I tried to take pictures of the cats, who are sleeping in their favorite places, but due to my incredible coffee intake, I am having a hard time getting non-blurry photos. I'm a little shakey.
I just finished cleaning out the cat boxes. 2 cats. 2 litterboxes. Side by side. And then I had to sing The Song.
I used to think I was the zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794752152002-07-27T11:00:00.000-04:002002-07-27T11:07:43.000-04:00Hour 2.0
There is nothing more satisfying in this process than knowing that in addtion to writing for a good cause (hell, even Myo's & my cats sponsored me for the SPCA), is that someone might stumble across your page and might even read it.
This is apparently the case. I just got an email from a total stranger. Her page has some really good stuff on it. Check it out.
And while you are zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794744662002-07-27T10:27:00.000-04:002002-07-27T10:35:01.000-04:00Hour 1.5
One pot of coffee down, one brewing. I have the distinct feeling my body will hate me in an hour. But that would be nothing too new.
We are burning Fizzy Pop incense, and I am reminded of the book I just re-read, Memoirs of a Geshia.
Seems Geshia paid their teahouses based on how many sticks of incense were burned while they were entertaining. Rates per stick varied depending on zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794740472002-07-27T10:07:00.000-04:002002-07-27T10:22:26.000-04:00Hour 1.0
Still knitting and listening to the Classic Rock Stream.
And now I am mourning the death of the commercial jingle. Used to be a time when companies would hire music writers to pen catchy little ditties to pimp their products. Barry Mannilow got his start writing for State Farm Insurance "And like a good neighbor, State Farm is there...." and McDonalds "You deserve a break today.....zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794733412002-07-27T09:29:00.000-04:002002-07-27T09:30:19.000-04:00Hour 0.5
Okay, so Myo is clean now. Guess we'll both be able to stand each other for another 24 hours or so.
I've been working on a sweater in between posts. It's not for me, it is for the owner of the yarn shop I frequent. I trade making samples for the shop for a discount. Only way I can support my habit.
Coffee is flowing. I've added a little Hair of the Dog to mine, Myo's still holdingzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794729532002-07-27T09:02:00.000-04:002002-07-27T09:02:55.460-04:00Zero Hour, 9am
This is all Myo's fault. She's not feeling particularly well today: a tad bit on the hung over side.
I tried to warn her, I really did, but did she listen to me? No, of course not.
I, on the other hand, managed to scrape in a few hours of sleep and a bath before the event.
Toilet Paper? Check
Bagels? Check
Kool-Aid? Check
Looks like a fine morning. And it's rainingzappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-794546882002-07-26T18:08:00.000-04:002002-07-27T08:32:09.000-04:00T-time 15 hours & counting
Just a test. See you all tomorrow!
zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-793732612002-07-24T22:19:00.000-04:002002-07-24T22:23:53.000-04:00The Legwork
Amazing how planning for 24 hours of insanity has sucked out a good portion of my free time. Not just my free time, but any fleeting thoughts at work today seemed to drift toward, Myo and I are going to have soooooo much FUN!!!
I really feel sorry for those folks who don't have a buddy to partner up with on this adventure. Feel free to contact us throughout the day/night via zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-792068412002-07-20T23:34:00.000-04:002002-07-24T20:14:50.000-04:00Today, for 2 hours, I was a Goddess
Every once in awhile, I get to do something that I'm really good at, and even get paid for it. For those of you with dirty minds, stop it. I'm talking about teaching a knitting class.
Knitter's Magazine has been publishing, in serial format, 24 squares that when sewn together make an afghan. They are designed in the Aran style, one of my favorite knitting zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-791356332002-07-19T00:29:00.000-04:002002-07-19T00:29:34.830-04:00My Job
Someone once said that a job is something that you do so you have money to do the things you like. For the most part, I'm pretty lucky: I like my job. Most days.
Today, strangely enough, was one of those days. It could have been a horrible day. The schedule was all screwed up, and I finally figured out why: The person who writes them thought I had my shipments to put out on zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-790867272002-07-17T20:59:00.000-04:002002-07-17T22:18:20.000-04:00Am I on Crack?
Just signed up for Blogathon 2002. It's all Myo's fault. She got me into this. And after some wrangling about my work schedule with my new boss, who shall be called "Rosie," I have gotten the needed time off to complete this project. Yes, I am obviously insane.
Here, I struggle with any kind of consistant blogging whatsoever, and yet, I've made a commitment to unloved zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-789246842002-07-14T00:36:00.000-04:002002-07-17T21:00:04.000-04:00This Space for Rent
I swear, the more entertaining entries are coming, but today I just feel the need to talk about my life.
First, I want to say that Myo has to be one of the best friends a girl can have. She's fun, flexable, and laid back. She also gets giddy over things, and I need that in my life right now. It's a sort of escape.
And now, the frightening journey into my mind: Timmy's zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-787925062002-07-10T17:43:00.000-04:002002-07-10T17:43:08.570-04:00Okay, I'm a bad, bad, Blogger
And I know it. Not that I expect there are people out there hanging on my every thought. My life has been mundane. So I've reconsidered what it is that I want to do here. I considered logging in daily to thow out a humorous story or two about what happened to me at work or whereever, but upon that condiseration, I realized I don't always have even one little zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-773706742002-06-05T07:39:00.000-04:002002-06-05T07:40:32.000-04:00And Betsy Ross used to Sit at home and sew & sew...
And so, today I find myself awake very early on my day off. It's Wednesday, Pogo is updating its games, so I can't waste time there. I woke up early to watch the US beat Portugal in the World Cup (YEA!!!), called my brother in New York to let him know (he was the big soccer player in our youth), and now I'm gearing myself up to "go do zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-769444772002-05-24T21:13:00.000-04:002002-05-24T21:31:39.000-04:00Massive Time Suckage
Today was a complete waste of time. I've accomplished nothing. Nada. Zilch.
I really planned on taking my car back to the body shop to have the headlight fixed. I was supposed to do this 2 weeks ago. When I wrecked my car last July, they replaced it, but apparently the seal wasn't set correctly, and now I have condensation on the lens. I didn't make it.
My old bosszappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-767821872002-05-20T22:40:00.000-04:002002-05-23T01:05:09.000-04:00Under the Radar
Since my last post seems to have gone unnoticed, I'll provide folks with an update. At this point, it seems the thing I do most to annoy Timmy is ask him about the status of our relationship. Once I came clean on the whole "I want to get married" thing, and I was relatively assured that, yes, he still has that inclination, things seem to have settled back to a normal state of, zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-764311982002-05-11T11:39:00.000-04:002002-05-14T19:35:29.000-04:00You Are So Lucky to be Spayed and Living With a Eunich
say I to Gypsy, my female cat. She looks at me with her big yellow eyes and blinks. She wants food. She wants attention. She wants something.
Wanting Something. I guess that's what this is really about. Normally, I don't talk about Timmy's & my relationship here, because it sort of weirds him out. But I have a relative blanket of zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-755624012002-04-18T18:25:00.000-04:002002-05-11T11:27:49.000-04:00Flat Stanley has left the Building
After a month's worth of blogging, taking photos, and general strangeness, Flat Stanley has gone back to Virginia. And I miss him on some levels, but can't help but being happy that I am now relieved of doing a Kindergartener's homework.
So how to fill this time. My newest obsession: Playing Spades (the card game) on line. The internet is a strange place, zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-104286072002-03-05T19:49:00.000-05:002002-03-05T19:49:39.666-05:00Another rant, Close to the heart
I'll admit, there are times in my life when I have slid a little on my responsibilities. Updating my Blog is probably one of them. But there is one thing in particular, that will always send me into a rant. If you are a pet owner, be responsible. Treat it like a child.
Coming home from the zoo today, high on conservation and a love for animals, Myo and I zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-98572942002-02-18T15:25:00.000-05:002002-02-18T15:42:05.000-05:00So much to write about...
So little time. It's not that I haven't had anything to say in the last month, it's just that things are continally crazy around here. Now we have escaped livestock to contend with. Not that it really affects me. I'm too far north.
So here's the rundown of potential subject matter, by degree of levity:
1) I spent part of Sunday evening with my "sister" and her zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-84401892002-01-05T17:59:00.000-05:002002-01-05T17:59:50.916-05:00The Road to Hell
So, here it is over 2 months since I've last posted. Those of you who have checked periodically are probably tired of seeing the same thing. And I don't blame you. My apologies, and the inevitable excuses that my insane needlework obsession combined with the strenuous 3rd shift schedule and general holiday madness of retail didn't allow me the time to sit at my computer for zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2998550.post-68260912001-11-02T21:15:00.000-05:002001-11-02T21:15:13.870-05:00The siege has ended
Timmy brought it to my attention today that I hadn't updated in awhile, and some readers may be thinking that the ladybugs had invaded my home, chewed through my power lines and were preventing me from updating. Not the case. My only excuse is one of laziness. Well, that and a list of needlework projects that need to be completed before Christmas.
I did think about zappahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11850875516850458693noreply@blogger.com