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Spring and some other stuff
It is going to sound cheesy, but I freaking LOVE to live where I live. South Louisiana, you embrace me with your balmy breeze, your pelican fly-bys, your corrupt politics. Seriously, there is at least one day each week that I honest-to-God wake up exhilirated that it wasn't just a dream, I really do live in the best place on Earth. I love it here.
This morning, I noticed trees with buds. !. I'm so happy, hello Spring, ahhhhhhhhh, short-sleeves and shorts on the weekends. Lying outside with my iPod and napping in the yard (yes, sorry, wearing a tube top and shorty shorts, but the yard is fenced in, so at least that's something).
I am particularly partial to tulip trees, but I'll take even the hairy mimosas, the barely-budded crepe myrtles. Whatever, man. Spring is here.
I seem to be forgetting that torential rain storms are likely in the afternoons, that mosquitos WILL give me encephalitis and/or West Nile, and that Round One of LoveBugs2010 is coming soon. None of that matters. Spring is here.
In other news, a quick roundup:
1) Daiquari Cafe, a bar frequented by me at age 17, for "Beat the clock" on Tuesdays, primarily involving digestion of dozens of cherries soaked in Everclear (shudder), followed by a large "Attitude Adjustment" (shudder again), has not changed at all. We stopped in at one to sing karaoke and celebrate my cousin Lola's wedding on Saturday, we being Husband, me and H. It was fantastic. Yes, I did sing me some Olivia Newton John, of course.
2) Mike the Sixth is not MY Mike. Mike the Fifth was, but he died in 2007. Regardless, and this might be evil to say, but Mike VI is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen in my life. Do you live in a place where you can go visit a tiger any time you want, for free? Do you? I do.
3) Pumpkinhead sleeps with a bunny, a ratty light blue-gray nappy stuffed toy, some junk (of course - they never fall in love with the pretty things) - every single night. Last night, right before bed, bunny fell into the toilet. That's all I am going to say about that, except to mention that Husband was at work so it was pretty much on me to fix the crisis. So I did. I'm not going to talk about it (I might be a bit scarred).
4) I finished Geek Love, and I STILL think I read that before, but it was good, worth the re-read. Risten. Whatever. I had one credit left on my audible account and I thought long and hard before plunging in and buying "The Help", and oh, lordy, do I not regret that. I bought it two days ago and am already almost six hours in. READ this, y'all. Or Risten to it, whatever. It's GREAT.
5) My boss called in sick yesterday. Related, I think I can maybe learn to cook by playing "Cafe World" on Facebook.
6) I kind of didn't work out at all last week, I mean, at all, but I'm back on the chain gang this week. Ran 3.2 yesterday... boxing and weight work this morning. Still, my mother told me yesterday that I look like I have lost some weight (I KNOW), and I have, though it is tough to say how much. 8ish pounds? 10? Something like that. Since Christmas, so that's pretty good. Just a couple of pounds a month, and my goal was a pound a week, but still, whatever. I look good (er), and I am happy with this. Running again today, and every day this week, prepping for my 5K In May which is actually 2 miles in April (but that doesn't rhyme). Pretty stoked, honestly.
7) I miss Janie. Living here does not afford me much talk-on-the-phone time, and I haven't talked to her in ages and I miss her! Just wanted to let it be known. I'm scheming to go to Georgia for Easter, so maybe, maybe maybe... maybe I will get to do that and see her then. Keep all your fingers (and toes) crossed that I can make that work.
8) IDOL. Sucks this season. Admit it.
9) Pwoject Wunway. Does not suck this season, though I do not yet have a clear favorite.
10) TOP CHEF. Needs to come back on.
11) Dead Man Walking was filmed in the town where I live (and at Angola, not where I live) and my mother knows Sister Helen Prejean (not because of living here, rather because my mother was also working with the Department of Corrections when the whole DMW thing went down). Yesterday, I met a woman whose sister-in-law was one of the survivors of one of the guys on Death Row who Sister Helen counciled. My My My. So that's what I am googling today. Have a happy day everybody!
This morning, I noticed trees with buds. !. I'm so happy, hello Spring, ahhhhhhhhh, short-sleeves and shorts on the weekends. Lying outside with my iPod and napping in the yard (yes, sorry, wearing a tube top and shorty shorts, but the yard is fenced in, so at least that's something).
I am particularly partial to tulip trees, but I'll take even the hairy mimosas, the barely-budded crepe myrtles. Whatever, man. Spring is here.
I seem to be forgetting that torential rain storms are likely in the afternoons, that mosquitos WILL give me encephalitis and/or West Nile, and that Round One of LoveBugs2010 is coming soon. None of that matters. Spring is here.
In other news, a quick roundup:
1) Daiquari Cafe, a bar frequented by me at age 17, for "Beat the clock" on Tuesdays, primarily involving digestion of dozens of cherries soaked in Everclear (shudder), followed by a large "Attitude Adjustment" (shudder again), has not changed at all. We stopped in at one to sing karaoke and celebrate my cousin Lola's wedding on Saturday, we being Husband, me and H. It was fantastic. Yes, I did sing me some Olivia Newton John, of course.
2) Mike the Sixth is not MY Mike. Mike the Fifth was, but he died in 2007. Regardless, and this might be evil to say, but Mike VI is more beautiful than anything I have ever seen in my life. Do you live in a place where you can go visit a tiger any time you want, for free? Do you? I do.
3) Pumpkinhead sleeps with a bunny, a ratty light blue-gray nappy stuffed toy, some junk (of course - they never fall in love with the pretty things) - every single night. Last night, right before bed, bunny fell into the toilet. That's all I am going to say about that, except to mention that Husband was at work so it was pretty much on me to fix the crisis. So I did. I'm not going to talk about it (I might be a bit scarred).
4) I finished Geek Love, and I STILL think I read that before, but it was good, worth the re-read. Risten. Whatever. I had one credit left on my audible account and I thought long and hard before plunging in and buying "The Help", and oh, lordy, do I not regret that. I bought it two days ago and am already almost six hours in. READ this, y'all. Or Risten to it, whatever. It's GREAT.
5) My boss called in sick yesterday. Related, I think I can maybe learn to cook by playing "Cafe World" on Facebook.
6) I kind of didn't work out at all last week, I mean, at all, but I'm back on the chain gang this week. Ran 3.2 yesterday... boxing and weight work this morning. Still, my mother told me yesterday that I look like I have lost some weight (I KNOW), and I have, though it is tough to say how much. 8ish pounds? 10? Something like that. Since Christmas, so that's pretty good. Just a couple of pounds a month, and my goal was a pound a week, but still, whatever. I look good (er), and I am happy with this. Running again today, and every day this week, prepping for my 5K In May which is actually 2 miles in April (but that doesn't rhyme). Pretty stoked, honestly.
7) I miss Janie. Living here does not afford me much talk-on-the-phone time, and I haven't talked to her in ages and I miss her! Just wanted to let it be known. I'm scheming to go to Georgia for Easter, so maybe, maybe maybe... maybe I will get to do that and see her then. Keep all your fingers (and toes) crossed that I can make that work.
8) IDOL. Sucks this season. Admit it.
9) Pwoject Wunway. Does not suck this season, though I do not yet have a clear favorite.
10) TOP CHEF. Needs to come back on.
11) Dead Man Walking was filmed in the town where I live (and at Angola, not where I live) and my mother knows Sister Helen Prejean (not because of living here, rather because my mother was also working with the Department of Corrections when the whole DMW thing went down). Yesterday, I met a woman whose sister-in-law was one of the survivors of one of the guys on Death Row who Sister Helen counciled. My My My. So that's what I am googling today. Have a happy day everybody!
Five Fun Little Things
1. Just a little while ago, there was some dude videotaping himself talking in front of the little lake by my building. WHAT a WEIRDO. He would tape himself (we knew he was talking by the arm gestures) for several minutes, stop, walk over to the camera on the tripod, review footage, film again. We speculated on what he was doing. A commercial? Public service announcement? He was wearing a hoodie. We spent several minutes shouting things like, "Drugs are whack, Jack!" and "Be cool, stay in school!" But we may never know the truth. Then (because there is publicly assisted housing directly across the street) we decided he was proposing to his wo-man:
"Baby look at this lake! This be all yours, the view you wake to e'ry day. Whey they don't be at work, we can swim and fish and stuff. Baby, I make you the happiest laday in all the world if you just say yes..."
We are for sure going to h-e-double-hockey-sticks.
2. Trying to re-embrace my Lent thing, what with the cussing.
3. Husband took over the tax duty, after I actually cried because the stoopid HR Block online programmy thingee didn't have a place for me to input my Georgia withholding, and so it thought I owed money to Georgia, and I SO DO NOT and it was horrible and stressful and awful and I had to cry and have a big, overblown panic attack, because THAT, folks, is what money does to me. Money is a jerk.
4. My neck, it hates me, I don't know what its deal is, but this morning, on day 3 of a pulled muscle, I reached for the Snooze Button, and I heard/felt *pop*pop*pop* and oooooooohhhhhhhhhGoooooooooodwhyyyyyyyyyyyy all over again. Ibuprofin and yoga do seem to help a little bit, but jeeez. I mean, my whole head is jutting forward because OW OW OW OW OW! For real! I blame taxes. And Texas.
5. On April 12, my boss is taking us all to this. Not so much looking forward to that. I will enjoy making fun of it, though, and I suspect that it will fully either convert me into a conservativeblowhard reformist, or else it will push my over the edge of liberalism into full blow communism. Laura Bush for the win!
That's all. Happy weekend, loveys!
"Baby look at this lake! This be all yours, the view you wake to e'ry day. Whey they don't be at work, we can swim and fish and stuff. Baby, I make you the happiest laday in all the world if you just say yes..."
We are for sure going to h-e-double-hockey-sticks.
2. Trying to re-embrace my Lent thing, what with the cussing.
3. Husband took over the tax duty, after I actually cried because the stoopid HR Block online programmy thingee didn't have a place for me to input my Georgia withholding, and so it thought I owed money to Georgia, and I SO DO NOT and it was horrible and stressful and awful and I had to cry and have a big, overblown panic attack, because THAT, folks, is what money does to me. Money is a jerk.
4. My neck, it hates me, I don't know what its deal is, but this morning, on day 3 of a pulled muscle, I reached for the Snooze Button, and I heard/felt *pop*pop*pop* and oooooooohhhhhhhhhGoooooooooodwhyyyyyyyyyyyy all over again. Ibuprofin and yoga do seem to help a little bit, but jeeez. I mean, my whole head is jutting forward because OW OW OW OW OW! For real! I blame taxes. And Texas.
5. On April 12, my boss is taking us all to this. Not so much looking forward to that. I will enjoy making fun of it, though, and I suspect that it will fully either convert me into a conservative
That's all. Happy weekend, loveys!
Fun with shots!
Have I mentioned before, how much I enjoy going to the doctor? Yes? No? Implied it, maybe?
Well, it's true. I effing LOVE to go to the doctor. I love love love it. I know that's weird, and I don't know why. Maybe because she makes me feel better. Maybe because she has kind, sympathetic eyes. Maybe because the inch-thick folder that she carries in with me details my crazy better than anything else in the world, and yet, she still has kind, sympathetic eyes.
Ahhh, Dr. Cindy. You are the best.
Yet, here is the problem. Dr. Cindy does not live in South Louisiana. Not for nothing, I tried to convince her to relocate, but she wasn't interested (actually I did see some yearning in her eyes... I know she must regret not getting to hang with me at least monthly anymore).
And I don't have a doctor here (yet). I do have insurance, I don't know what the hold-up is, but...
What if they won't like me? What if theyrecognize think that I am a bit of a nutjob somewhat anxious? What if they won't be nice to me and make me cry?
I'm not sure I am ready to take that chance. All this being said, I have not been to the doctor in over seven months. SEVEN. And this is madness. Sheer, unadulterated madness.
My neck hurts (that danged pulled muscle, again), but yoga helps. I haven't really (this is crazy talk) gotten sick here. My lady parts are all in order. I don't take any meds that need refills (yet).
And I'm hoping for a visit to Georgia soon. Perhaps I can drop in on Dr. Cindy while I am up there, so we can catch up.
(I honestly think she would groan aloud if she saw me walk into her office, but I really enjoy this visual)
Well, it's true. I effing LOVE to go to the doctor. I love love love it. I know that's weird, and I don't know why. Maybe because she makes me feel better. Maybe because she has kind, sympathetic eyes. Maybe because the inch-thick folder that she carries in with me details my crazy better than anything else in the world, and yet, she still has kind, sympathetic eyes.
Ahhh, Dr. Cindy. You are the best.
Yet, here is the problem. Dr. Cindy does not live in South Louisiana. Not for nothing, I tried to convince her to relocate, but she wasn't interested (actually I did see some yearning in her eyes... I know she must regret not getting to hang with me at least monthly anymore).
And I don't have a doctor here (yet). I do have insurance, I don't know what the hold-up is, but...
What if they won't like me? What if they
I'm not sure I am ready to take that chance. All this being said, I have not been to the doctor in over seven months. SEVEN. And this is madness. Sheer, unadulterated madness.
My neck hurts (that danged pulled muscle, again), but yoga helps. I haven't really (this is crazy talk) gotten sick here. My lady parts are all in order. I don't take any meds that need refills (yet).
And I'm hoping for a visit to Georgia soon. Perhaps I can drop in on Dr. Cindy while I am up there, so we can catch up.
(I honestly think she would groan aloud if she saw me walk into her office, but I really enjoy this visual)
Taxes make me either want to vomit or take happy pills.
I'm going with option B.
All I know is, you're supposed to press on the gas thingee and it's supposed to go forward.
It would seem to run in the family. I am, as it were, a donkey. Perhaps a donkey's bohonkus, even.
This morning, not even an hour ago, we got in the car to head over to Pumpkinhead's daycare. Everything was great, we sipped on orange juice and jammed out to "Don't Stop Believing" ("I don't wike to sing to this song, I just wike to wisten to it, but you can sing it," he said.) All was fine.
We got to the daycare in about 3 minutes (it's a mile from our house). I stopped the car and turned it off, and tried to pull out the keys, but they wouldn't budge. Figuring they were jammed or something, I tried to restart the car and go through the whole process again. The car would not start.
Squelching panic, I took the child inside and checked him in, returning to my car. Tried to start it again. No luck. Fully panicking now, I tried to call my husband. No answer. I texted him, "call me 911." I called my dad. No answer. Swallowing back tears of frustration at being stuck in the parking lot of a daycare, I called 411 and got Husband's work number. Called that.
"I'm sorry, I need to speak to (Husband) - it's an emergency!"
Two seconds and he was on the phone.
"Ohmygod the car won't start and I can't take the key out and it's broken and like the ignition switch or something is stuck and ohmygod what am I supposed to do - hold on one second -"
I put the car in "Park".
"Never mind, sorry. Everything's fine. Have a good day."
Re-effing-tarded, and I mean that in the truly developmentally delayed way, not some kind of insulting slur.
I am pretty sure they ought to not issue drivers' licenses to people like me.
At least I am cute. A cute Donkey's Bohonkus.
(the good news is, my car is not broken.)
This morning, not even an hour ago, we got in the car to head over to Pumpkinhead's daycare. Everything was great, we sipped on orange juice and jammed out to "Don't Stop Believing" ("I don't wike to sing to this song, I just wike to wisten to it, but you can sing it," he said.) All was fine.
We got to the daycare in about 3 minutes (it's a mile from our house). I stopped the car and turned it off, and tried to pull out the keys, but they wouldn't budge. Figuring they were jammed or something, I tried to restart the car and go through the whole process again. The car would not start.
Squelching panic, I took the child inside and checked him in, returning to my car. Tried to start it again. No luck. Fully panicking now, I tried to call my husband. No answer. I texted him, "call me 911." I called my dad. No answer. Swallowing back tears of frustration at being stuck in the parking lot of a daycare, I called 411 and got Husband's work number. Called that.
"I'm sorry, I need to speak to (Husband) - it's an emergency!"
Two seconds and he was on the phone.
"Ohmygod the car won't start and I can't take the key out and it's broken and like the ignition switch or something is stuck and ohmygod what am I supposed to do - hold on one second -"
I put the car in "Park".
"Never mind, sorry. Everything's fine. Have a good day."
Re-effing-tarded, and I mean that in the truly developmentally delayed way, not some kind of insulting slur.
I am pretty sure they ought to not issue drivers' licenses to people like me.
At least I am cute. A cute Donkey's Bohonkus.
(the good news is, my car is not broken.)
Lessons from Date Night
1. Acme Oyster House is not the kind of place to wear high heels. Also, they do not have steak.
2. The one laser tag place on the Northshore closes at 10:00.
3. Bowling in Slidell is an adventure all of its own, but - and this is a Big But - there IS a hair style place at the bowling alley. Let me pause there for a minute.
...
I KNOW.
The Macarena was playing as we walked into the place, which had at least a third of the town's entire population in it, and let me just say this... not the best 1/3, if you know what I am saying. I think some inbreeding has taken place. But they sure do know how to do the Macarena.
Additionally, we could not bowl, in that we had no reservation (I KNOW) and we didn't have four people, so we were sent on our way... but we didn't find this information out until the man behind the counter had finished doing the Macarena. I KNOW.
4. Paranormal activity probably does happen, I think, I mean, I think it could. My husband and his aunt experienced a ghosty moment in a house she used to have. I was awakened night after night after night by a whispered, "Hey," in one apartment, always getting out of bed and going into Beanie's room, assuming that it was him and he needed something, only to find him soundly asleep. But my whisperer was hardly menacing - nothing frightening at all - and Husband wasn't scarred for life or anything. This all being said, the movie? Eh. Whatever. At first, I kinda liked it, what with the little movements and thumpy steps, that was all good. It got a little too weird and not scary later, though. I am glad that I watched it, and I am equally glad that I did not pay to do so.
As an aside, Janie, my mom and I went on a "ghost tour" of the French Quarter one time, and saw nothing. NOTHING. But we did enjoy the drinky stops along the way, of which there were several.
5. Sometimes the perfect date night has nothing to do with laser tagging or bowling or steaks. Sometimes, it's just all about the company, and the perfect ending is watching a movie in the living room, sharing spaces on the gigantic l-shaped sectional (so nobody has to actually touch if they don't want to), and being kinda nappy.
I had a fun date night.
2. The one laser tag place on the Northshore closes at 10:00.
3. Bowling in Slidell is an adventure all of its own, but - and this is a Big But - there IS a hair style place at the bowling alley. Let me pause there for a minute.
...
I KNOW.
The Macarena was playing as we walked into the place, which had at least a third of the town's entire population in it, and let me just say this... not the best 1/3, if you know what I am saying. I think some inbreeding has taken place. But they sure do know how to do the Macarena.
Additionally, we could not bowl, in that we had no reservation (I KNOW) and we didn't have four people, so we were sent on our way... but we didn't find this information out until the man behind the counter had finished doing the Macarena. I KNOW.
4. Paranormal activity probably does happen, I think, I mean, I think it could. My husband and his aunt experienced a ghosty moment in a house she used to have. I was awakened night after night after night by a whispered, "Hey," in one apartment, always getting out of bed and going into Beanie's room, assuming that it was him and he needed something, only to find him soundly asleep. But my whisperer was hardly menacing - nothing frightening at all - and Husband wasn't scarred for life or anything. This all being said, the movie? Eh. Whatever. At first, I kinda liked it, what with the little movements and thumpy steps, that was all good. It got a little too weird and not scary later, though. I am glad that I watched it, and I am equally glad that I did not pay to do so.
As an aside, Janie, my mom and I went on a "ghost tour" of the French Quarter one time, and saw nothing. NOTHING. But we did enjoy the drinky stops along the way, of which there were several.
5. Sometimes the perfect date night has nothing to do with laser tagging or bowling or steaks. Sometimes, it's just all about the company, and the perfect ending is watching a movie in the living room, sharing spaces on the gigantic l-shaped sectional (so nobody has to actually touch if they don't want to), and being kinda nappy.
I had a fun date night.
This is what propelled me to do an hour of aerobics BEFORE work today.
"Hello, Thank you for calling [Local Catholic School], how can I help you?"
"Um... I'm calling about a notice I saw... for a... 2 mile... race, in... *gulp*... April?"
"Oh, sure! What can I tell you about it?!"
"Um... is it too... competitive? I mean, you see, it's maybe going to be my first race, and I kind of want to know what I am getting into."
"Well, let's put it this way. Bringing up the rear is usually a line of mommies with baby carriages."
"I think I can beat that. And it's, what? $10?"
"Yep! And that includes the t-shirt!"
So I did it. April 17. Right now, I have the urge to say EAT THAT B-WORDS, but it's Lent, so I can't.
2 miles is nothing, y'all. I have been maintaining 3.2 (!) with very, very little walking. I'm going to be fine. I just have to stop myself from picturing winning. I will NOT be winning. Only goal is to finish. Don't care how long it takes. Don't care if the stroller-mommies beat me (of COURSE that is a lie). It's just about finishing.
My first race! YEAH!
"Um... I'm calling about a notice I saw... for a... 2 mile... race, in... *gulp*... April?"
"Oh, sure! What can I tell you about it?!"
"Um... is it too... competitive? I mean, you see, it's maybe going to be my first race, and I kind of want to know what I am getting into."
"Well, let's put it this way. Bringing up the rear is usually a line of mommies with baby carriages."
"I think I can beat that. And it's, what? $10?"
"Yep! And that includes the t-shirt!"
So I did it. April 17. Right now, I have the urge to say EAT THAT B-WORDS, but it's Lent, so I can't.
2 miles is nothing, y'all. I have been maintaining 3.2 (!) with very, very little walking. I'm going to be fine. I just have to stop myself from picturing winning. I will NOT be winning. Only goal is to finish. Don't care how long it takes. Don't care if the stroller-mommies beat me (of COURSE that is a lie). It's just about finishing.
My first race! YEAH!
OOOOOH, SECRETS!!!
Music Secrets
I think Eric Clapton is boring. I know, I KNOW, I'm sorry, I just killed my father, but it's true. ESPECIALLY Tears in Heaven. Can I appreciate the angst? Sure. Do I really care? Not really. I mean, I do, but... come on. It's not like I'm going to be able to go give Uncle Eric a big hug, so it's not really beneficial for me to dwell on his loss very much, you know? My only connection with that song that I actually like is its use in the movie "Rush", which I do happen to like. Anyway, I can certainly appreciate his musical "genius" and such, it's just not my thing. Likewise, I cannot STAND Contemporary Jazz, a genre which was spoon-fed to me from age 19 to age 23, to the point where I willingly, on purpose, intentionally went to hear Michael Hedges concerts and grooved. Ugh. I'm sorry to all you jazz lovers; again, I can appreciate the musicality, but I so bad do NOT want to listen to that music. Likewise, Johnny Cash (I know, I know, I KNOW). God, I feel so cleansed. I had no idea the weight this was on me!
Food Secrets
I have never in my life eaten the foods that I claim to hate the most. For example, I have never ever ever EVER eaten an eggplant, a cabbage that was not purple, or liver. And, I can safely assure you that I never will. That being said, I have eaten ONE pickle to my knowledge (that was one too many), and have stuck a pinky into sour cream once or twice, but I typically avoid any white soft solid. Nothing is grosser to me than mayonnaise. I don't eat salad dressing. I know it's weird, but that is who I am.
OCD Secrets
I make these little rituals in life. Have done this forever, actually. I used to wear dresses on Wednesdays (not anymore). I used to - literally - brush my hair 100 strokes every morning. I also used to make my gums bleed in a little bit of weirdo self-mutilation, but I try to avoid this sort of crazy these days. Now, though, I have other, newer habits, namely the way I begin my work day. When, like today, I actually have to perform work, it totally chaps my behind because it pushes back my schedule. My vigorous, vigorous schedule, including Facebook-ing and checking Google Reader. I am such a freak.
Television Secrets
I would rather watch a documentary about King Tut's childhood (based on Forensic DNA evidence!) than just about anything, but it DOES create a problem when there is ALSO a special about UFOs over Phoenix, and I am trying to go to sleep anyway, but both these things are fascinating. Likewise, I will probably remain awake through most of a history show about the evolution of cats OR (AND) the dust bowl. I am a tee vee nerd, and I admit it. I have not watched a sitcom in months, would prefer to listen to a book while I knit or whatever, but boy-howdy am I ever a sucker for documentary shows. LOVE LOVE LOVE them, and they make me feel smart. That all being said, I will happily "settle" for "Axe Man", "Dirty Jobs" (Mike Rowe, meow!!!!), "Deadliest Catch" (Mike Rowe, meow, again, plus, I love you, Captain Phil!!!), or the like. "Reality" shows about stuff that will NEVER happen in my real life, and I love love love it. One thing, though, to note: I do not like "How it's made". This is 100% guaranteed to put me to sleep, which is why Husband regularly puts it on when we go to bed. I have only survived the opening credits twice, and due to that, I do know how to make a surfboard and a crayon.
I think that's enough bean-spilling for today. Your turn, what is YOUR secret?
I think Eric Clapton is boring. I know, I KNOW, I'm sorry, I just killed my father, but it's true. ESPECIALLY Tears in Heaven. Can I appreciate the angst? Sure. Do I really care? Not really. I mean, I do, but... come on. It's not like I'm going to be able to go give Uncle Eric a big hug, so it's not really beneficial for me to dwell on his loss very much, you know? My only connection with that song that I actually like is its use in the movie "Rush", which I do happen to like. Anyway, I can certainly appreciate his musical "genius" and such, it's just not my thing. Likewise, I cannot STAND Contemporary Jazz, a genre which was spoon-fed to me from age 19 to age 23, to the point where I willingly, on purpose, intentionally went to hear Michael Hedges concerts and grooved. Ugh. I'm sorry to all you jazz lovers; again, I can appreciate the musicality, but I so bad do NOT want to listen to that music. Likewise, Johnny Cash (I know, I know, I KNOW). God, I feel so cleansed. I had no idea the weight this was on me!
Food Secrets
I have never in my life eaten the foods that I claim to hate the most. For example, I have never ever ever EVER eaten an eggplant, a cabbage that was not purple, or liver. And, I can safely assure you that I never will. That being said, I have eaten ONE pickle to my knowledge (that was one too many), and have stuck a pinky into sour cream once or twice, but I typically avoid any white soft solid. Nothing is grosser to me than mayonnaise. I don't eat salad dressing. I know it's weird, but that is who I am.
OCD Secrets
I make these little rituals in life. Have done this forever, actually. I used to wear dresses on Wednesdays (not anymore). I used to - literally - brush my hair 100 strokes every morning. I also used to make my gums bleed in a little bit of weirdo self-mutilation, but I try to avoid this sort of crazy these days. Now, though, I have other, newer habits, namely the way I begin my work day. When, like today, I actually have to perform work, it totally chaps my behind because it pushes back my schedule. My vigorous, vigorous schedule, including Facebook-ing and checking Google Reader. I am such a freak.
Television Secrets
I would rather watch a documentary about King Tut's childhood (based on Forensic DNA evidence!) than just about anything, but it DOES create a problem when there is ALSO a special about UFOs over Phoenix, and I am trying to go to sleep anyway, but both these things are fascinating. Likewise, I will probably remain awake through most of a history show about the evolution of cats OR (AND) the dust bowl. I am a tee vee nerd, and I admit it. I have not watched a sitcom in months, would prefer to listen to a book while I knit or whatever, but boy-howdy am I ever a sucker for documentary shows. LOVE LOVE LOVE them, and they make me feel smart. That all being said, I will happily "settle" for "Axe Man", "Dirty Jobs" (Mike Rowe, meow!!!!), "Deadliest Catch" (Mike Rowe, meow, again, plus, I love you, Captain Phil!!!), or the like. "Reality" shows about stuff that will NEVER happen in my real life, and I love love love it. One thing, though, to note: I do not like "How it's made". This is 100% guaranteed to put me to sleep, which is why Husband regularly puts it on when we go to bed. I have only survived the opening credits twice, and due to that, I do know how to make a surfboard and a crayon.
I think that's enough bean-spilling for today. Your turn, what is YOUR secret?
Bird-uh
I had a whole, entertaining post going here, involving pelicans and other Louisiana awesomeness, but the stupid software keeps eating it, and I've had enough of trying to re-do and re-do and re-do, so here. This is all you get.
Visuals make everything so much easier, don't you agree?
All in all, I am feeling pretty awesome about my Audobon like skillz right now, so I'm going to stop while I am ahead.
Happy Spring, everybirdy.
Visuals make everything so much easier, don't you agree?
All in all, I am feeling pretty awesome about my Audobon like skillz right now, so I'm going to stop while I am ahead.
Happy Spring, everybirdy.
Lessons from Geocaching
1. The local police force are nice folks who enjoy waffles and would like to go geocaching with you.
2. You are not allowed to pee in the bushes behind Lowes.
3. The police won't run you off as long as you are not peeing in the bushes behind Lowes.
4. Bunnies are cute.
5. Bushes don't make noise all by themselves.
6. That thing that looks like mud is actually a swamp in disguise.
7. Tennis shoes stay wet longer than they ought to.
8. Even two very bright flashlights don't make it easy to find a tiny box in the woods.
9. This town is disgusting with trash.
10. Bugs don't taste very good, and it is easy to gag when you think about one being caught in your throat.
11. Mourning doves look menacing in bushes in the dark.
12. Decrepit Burger Kings are creepy.
13. I suck at geocaching, but I like tramping in the woods after dark.
14. You look suspicious if you wear a hot pink parka, camo pants, and a black knitted cap around Lowes. And if you look like you are peeing.
15. Sometimes, it takes more than one try.
2. You are not allowed to pee in the bushes behind Lowes.
3. The police won't run you off as long as you are not peeing in the bushes behind Lowes.
4. Bunnies are cute.
5. Bushes don't make noise all by themselves.
6. That thing that looks like mud is actually a swamp in disguise.
7. Tennis shoes stay wet longer than they ought to.
8. Even two very bright flashlights don't make it easy to find a tiny box in the woods.
9. This town is disgusting with trash.
10. Bugs don't taste very good, and it is easy to gag when you think about one being caught in your throat.
11. Mourning doves look menacing in bushes in the dark.
12. Decrepit Burger Kings are creepy.
13. I suck at geocaching, but I like tramping in the woods after dark.
14. You look suspicious if you wear a hot pink parka, camo pants, and a black knitted cap around Lowes. And if you look like you are peeing.
15. Sometimes, it takes more than one try.
