Wednesday, March 31, 2004
. I wish I could go.
, I got the streaming audio to work. It wasn't clear that they were using RealAudio
(which I hate - it's a memory hog) and no other formats. Around 12:30, they put up a link to download RealAudio. Got it downloaded, and listening to Franken's show now. It's a little iffy because of all the traffic, a bit of a delay and not perfect quality, but it's working, dammit.
I also got a newsreader set up, I picked NewsMonster
, but I was having a bit of trouble formatting it - it was taking up half my screen and I couldn't seem to turn that off. So I'm switching to Bloglines
. Once I get it set up the way I want it, it will make it easier for me to keep up with all the blogs and news feeds I try to follow.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I want some of these
so very much for Easter. I don't even particularly celebrate Easter, seeing as how we lean toward agnostic, but these are so yummy.
And yes, we will do an Easter egg hunt - that'll be a trip with Lauren. Last year we couldn't get her to find her own eggs because she was so busy trying to help Dalton and Kaylynn find some. (That'd be the nephew and niece. We call them the babies
, although they'll both turn three this summer. Yet another indicator that time is zooming right past me as I age.) Once their baskets were full, then she sped off to find some for herself.
All together now . . .
New radio program starting tomorrow at noon! The O'Franken Factor. I love Al Franken. Take that, Fox!
It's only in limited markets or on XM radio so far, but you can listen to the streaming audio online. Details here
More interesting sites, just to waste time. Bored.com
, and from there Mystical Ball
, and Web Crosswords
. And if you're like me and your house is typically a bit of a mess, check out FlyLady
Can you tell I don't feel like working today???
Edit - the above links on the Al Franken show are now the same. I guess they are redirecting to the one page, so don't be confused. Unfortunately, there isn't any info that's really useful on that page. I hope it changes before noon, so I can get in on the streaming audio action. Btw, I swear it was two separate pages when I posted. My mind isn't that far gone just yet!
I applied for an interesting sounding job yesterday. It would almost definitely be a pay cut, but it's an Executive Director, in the field of human services, to be located in or around Frankfort, and it's only 20 hours a week. That would give me more time with Lauren, especially if she goes to a different preschool - those are only half-day programs, usually. A lot of the job description sounds right up my alley, too, except for the fundraising and grantwriting bit. However, my dear brother has been a grantwriter, and is now Director of Sponsored Programs
at EKU, helping faculty obtain grants. I'm sure he'd give me some pointers.
Let's look at the rest of the skills required, shall we?
- Master's Degree and experience in leadership of non-profit program working with children strongly preferred, consideration given to a Bachelor's Degree. Check on the Master's and leadership. I have experience working with children and partially supervising a child protection team.
- Travel regularly across the Commonwealth and nationally. It wouldn't thrill me, but I could certainly do it.
- Proficiency in written and oral communications, public speaking, grant writing, fundraising, and computer skills required. Check, check, check, not so much, not so much, definitely check.
- Must be independent, organized and autonomous with a high degree of commitment, consistent follow-through, and ability to self-motivate. Check, check, check, check, check and check.
I hope I can get an interview. I saw this job description a couple of months ago, but I didn't apply for it at the time. Times have changed, what with the funding issues in my current employment. I'll give it a shot. Plus, I can only presume that they didn't get an applicant pool that thrilled them, since they're re-advertising it. Maybe I will thrill them. The more I think about it, the more interested I am. I really hope I can get an interview.
Ye gods, it's been years
since I interviewed! Wish me luck . . .
Monday, March 29, 2004
Good heavens, what a busy weekend we have had. On Friday, my folks had Lauren for the day, and I was in an all-day meeting in Richmond. I swear, that was the hottest room in the history of the world, and there were way too many people in it. There were about 60 in a room meant for 40, and I got so hot I got cold, which was a little bit odd. It was to the point that I felt ill for the rest of the day. We all met up at Mom and Dad's, along with my brother and sister-in-law and their two kids. We let the three little ones play outside and wear themselves out. On Saturday morning, I finally finished installing the undercabinet lighting in the kitchen, and changed the light fixture in the master bath. Mark's mom took Lauren for the afternoon, and he and I headed to the nursery, then spent the afternoon planting Eskimo Viburnum
, 2 china hollies
(a boy and a girl), tricolor sage
in the herb area, Miss Kim lilac
, and 3 coreopsis
. Also cutting back the fountain grass, clearing out old growth on the perennial herbs. Oh, and I planted some seeds for milkweed
(necessary for monarch butterflies to survive) and some various flowers in a big terra cotta planter that I put on the front porch. Also did a strawberry jar
with some everbearing strawberry plants for the front porch.
Yesterday, we got up and worked outside in the morning. Lauren "helped" weed-and-feed the lawn, and helped me water all the new plants. She was very excited about the strawberry jar, and the coreopsis, because it has some preblooms on it. It should flower within a few weeks. Ditto for the lilac - it's in bud. The tulips are just about to bloom, any second now, and she keeps checking them every day. At lunch time, I ran her through Arby's and she ate in the car on the way to Lexington (do I lose Mommy points for that? To me it's akin to eating dinner on tv trays
). Mom and I painted their kitchen while Dad kept Lauren entertained outside. She did "help" for a while, though, and was proud of herself. It was just a beautiful day! Mark was still working on the yard, but came up and met us later for supper. Dad and I took apart a crib that they had used at their house for the kids, but is no longer needed. Then I dropped off a birthday gift for Pat, ran to Target to return a broken clock and get a new one, and finally headed home.
I am tired
And today, I will water the new plants, and work. Overall, I preferred the weekend to the weekday rat race. But there's no choice, I have projects to finish.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
I just ran across these
on Boing Boing
. I want some . . .
May the internet gods forgive me . . .
I just spammed a bunch of my friends and family to come here and give me feedback on the redesign. I didn't send it to a few people because they've been here, so don't get your knickers in a twist, LL and CA.
As for the rest of you, say hello, dammit
And if you want to know what it used to look like, you can look at any of the archives, which have the old design.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
is interesting. Depressing overall, but interesting.
Boy, the hospital here kind of sucks. Yesterday, the pediatrician's office asked us if we would mind dropping L's sample off at the lab, which is located in the hospital. By the time I went to check out and pay for the office visit, some fool in the back had thrown out the specimen. Idiots. Also, we weren't able to see her regular ped, and I did not like the doctor that we saw. Zero bedside manner, and he had no intention of actually talking to
Lauren, or telling her what he was going to do. Until I pushed it, that is. I don't think he much likes me either, but me no care.
Back when we lived in civilization, our ped always took care of these things for us. If anything needed to be analyzed by a lab, we
didn't have anything to do with it. Frankly, I have better things to do than carry cups of pee all over town.
So this morning, L had to pee in a cup again
. She was not amused.
As soon as she left for school, I left to head over to the hospital. I'm thinking, drop it off, maybe sign a paper or two, be done with it. That was certainly the impression that the ped's office left me with. Uh-uh. Not quite. I had never been to the hospital before, so I didn't have a clue where the lab would be. I walked in the front door and found the information desk. Of course, there was no one there. There was a sign, however, which indicated that visitors should use the map posted beside the information desk. There was no laboratory listed on the map. I began randomly wandering around the first floor, looking for a sign, or for a helpful seeming human to ask. Finally, there it was - a big sign that read Laboratory.
So in I walk, with a cup of pee and an order from the ped. I waited for a few minutes. No one was around, except for the ones who were rushing in and out, busily ignoring me. There was a sign on the desk (print side down, natch) that said if no one was available, pick up the phone and it would automatically dial the back, someone would be there shortly to assist me, blah blah blah. So I gave that a shot. Nope, no one came. Finally, someone turned up, grabbed the specimen from me, and told me that I'd have to go to Registration first. I told her I'd never been there before, and could she direct me. Big sigh . . . "There are signs - it's down the hallway." Gee, thanks, lady, that was helpful.
So I actually did find Registration without too much difficulty, and waited in line to get a beeper. Just like in a restaurant! Interesting method, I thought. Waiting , waiting . . . Finally my beeper flashes at me, and I'm referred to the second window. That part went fairly quickly, except she didn't like it that I didn't know Lauren's SSN. Sue me, chick, I can barely remember my own. She got over it. Back to the lab, with an official blue folder this time. The same lady was actually sitting at the desk, took my blue folder, and thanked me. I found the front door again, and made my escape.
I sure do hope that no one pours it out before the tests are done. I don't think L will go for the novelty of peeing in a cup for a third time.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
UTI and probably a non-contagious variant of strep. Oh goody. Two things at once.
Fortunately, amoxicillin is a powerful drug, and should knock both at once. And Lauren usually likes it, so that's a good thing.
I'm just curious. How does this page look in IE, or in other browsers? I use Mozilla Firefox, so I've only viewed it in that browser. It occurs to me that it could look truly farked up in other browsers. Let me know if it seems wonky to you, and if so, what browser you use. Just leave a comment. Thanks!
Well, on the plus side, I'm feeling a bit better about life. I appreciate the e-mails of support - I know I'm not alone in feeling this way, and that helps a lot.
I'm also feeling pretty happy because Lauren and I had a lot of fun yesterday. Her pre-school went to see Beauty and the Beast at UK's Singletary Center, then to Chuck E. Cheese for lunch. She behaved wonderfully, and we had a lot of fun, just laughing together. I needed that.
Ha, and she has her 4th boyfriend. It was Gage, then Chris for a long time. Then Devon, lately. But yesterday, we spent most of the day with Aaron and his dad. So now she says Aaron is her boyfriend. The hussy!!!
I was teasing her about it, and she was laughing. Devon doesn't know yet, poor little guy.
On the downside, I think she has a UTI, so we're heading to the doctor this afternoon. I hope
she'll pee in a cup. And take the medicine - she doesn't usually like taking medicine. I was talking to her about it this morning, and she kept saying "But Mommy, I'm not sick. I don't have
a cough. I don't have
a froggy in my throat." She thinks sick means a cold. Try to explain a UTI to a 3 year old, I dare ya.
More downside - I popped my knee again last night. The arthritis in my left knee is a bitch. I spent the rest of the evening with my knee elevated, with a heating pad on it. It feels a little bit better today, as long as I keep my leg straight. Mark was calling me "peg-leg" this morning. And to think I married him in part for his sense of humor. I didn't think it was that funny. Maybe he's losing his touch . . . I think that arthritis is starting in my left hand as well, which does not mean good things. I mean, I live
on a computer for work. If I can't type, that ain't good.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
I am so fucking tired of feeling bad. Ever since we moved, I've been struggling with a bout of depression the size of the Mississippi. I mean, I like the house fine, I know it's the right thing to do for Lauren, and I never expected to like it here. Good thing, that last bit, 'cause I don't. I've been here six months, and I'm counting down to when Lauren will leave for college and we can move back home.
But goddamn, I'm tired of feeling like this. I'm to the point now that I'm not sad as much as I am angry. Not at Mark, because we both decided this was the right thing to do for our family, and it is. I'm just . . . mad. I have that mad-at-the-world feeling, which is being taken out on those in my general vicinity.
I mean, anyone who's been here before knows that I love Lauren more than air, but she's grating on my last nerve. She's always been a mommy's girl, but damn I could use a break where she wants Daddy all the time.
It really hit me hard this evening. We were at my cousin Tracy's little girl's third birthday party this afternoon (Christ on a crutch, there has to be a better way to phrase that). Mark was talking about wanting to do something special for my birthday next month, he hasn't done anything grand for my birthday in years, this is my 35th, etc. Of course, my dad's surgery is the 21st, so I'm not planning to be home much that week, if Dad needs me.
But Mark said that maybe he could arrange for me to have dinner or a day out with all my friends.
All. My. Friends.
It occurs to me - I can only think of a few friends. I know that only a few people read this blog, and please know that you count among that small group. But friends that I just hang out with, go run around with, go out for drinks with, talk to, a la Sex and the City? I don't have them, and I haven't in years. Maybe I'm just not that kind of chick. Maybe my anti-social tendencies are coming around to bite me in the ass. Maybe I spend too much time online, ha ha ha. But I couldn't think who would even show up if he did try to set something like that up. I can't think that there'd be much that could be sadder than Mark trying to arm-twist people into attending such an event, or the awkwardness that would ensue. There shall be no such occasion, I couldn't stand to feel the pity.
I'm ending the oh-poor-me bit now, I'll probably come back and look at this in a few hours or days and laugh. But right now, I'm just pissed at life.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Buttons are made. I'm going to work on the bookmark icon, though. I'm not thrilled with it.
- fixed it - I like this one better, I think, although I wish the J were darker.
Which do you like better?
Now I made a third one.
Yes, I'm going to create a new button. Two, actually. One new one for a nifty little bookmark icon, and one on the page for linkbacks, in case you want to use a graphic. Might take a little time today and get that done.
I'll also be resizing the pictures, to hopefully end that annoying skipping around it does right now. And adding more pictures. I couldn't decide among all the gorgeous images, so I decided to include them all!!!
So whaddaya think of the new design? It's a little rough yet, but it's on the right track. Feedback, people!!!
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Work's been kicking my butt again lately. It seems to come in waves - I'll have days where I have fairly little to do, most days it's a manageable amount, and then there are times like this week and next, when I'm swamped with several major projects all launching at the same time. Blah.
I've also been goofing around some with a couple of sweet little programs called The Gimp
. The Gimp is open-source, so it's a freebie. It's similar to PhotoShop, which costs several hundred dollars. I'm still learning lots about it. Microangelo is a tool to create icons, like the one I created for this blog. Ya know, that image that shows up in your list of favorites, and in the browser bar? It's free to try for 21 days, and quite easy to use.
I'm blabbering on about this, because I'm finally getting serious about a redesign for this blog. I hate using a template that many others have. I want something unique, but I was stuck on inspiration.
The solution turned out to be here
. Man, there are some gorgeous images and photos there. I'm going to turn one of them into a header for the new version of this blog. But I can't decide which one - there are so many to choose from. Something springy, I suppose. I am so beyond ready for spring to arrive. It freaking snowed yesterday.
Now I just have to find the time to do a redesign. It's on my list.
It has been fun to play around with The Gimp, though. I used a black and white photo from StockStash, and colorized it. I'm still working on it, but what do you think so far?
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
I'm thinking that 3 ½ is perhaps too young to understand the importance of wearing green on St. Patrick's Day. I was trying to find something green for L to wear this morning, and she picked up a turquoise turtleneck. I was telling her that it was blue, and we needed something green. She insisted it was green. I looked at her askance, I suppose, because she looked at me very seriously and said "Mommy, it's green because I
say it's green!" The minds of toddlers . . . I was satisfied with green socks. Yes, I know, green socks and a turquoise shirt, so sue me. She won't be on the best-dressed toddler list, I don't care.
I explained to her that if a person isn't wearing green today, they could get a pinch. "Oh no, Mommy, the teachers won't let us pinch. If you pinch, you get a time out. Daddy will come and pick me up and ask the teachers and they will say 'no pinching'." I ain't arguing with that
She also said this morning that Grammy is going to come and spend the night with us a bunch
and paint the whole house and she can help. The child is a constant source of amusement.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
I had the same dream again, with a new twist. That was fun.
This time, it was all the same, except immediately after I got smacked around by several cars, I was instantly transformed into my mom's spot up at the top of the hill. Lauren was on the bike. The rest of it was the same for a second time, except for my perspective.
I hate nightmares.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Damn. I love it when I have lots of ideas for painting, but in a way it makes me tired. Ever since L's room was finished, I've been finalizing plans in my mind. For her bathroom, a periwinkle, just between purple and blue. For the front bedroom, a yellowish apple green. The exact color of a Granny Smith
. For our bedroom, several shades of camel and brown with splashes of brick red. Our bath - a lighter rosy color in the same palette as the red of the bedroom. The dining room is done, thank goodness. The guest room downstairs - a bright sunny yellow with accents of blue. The downstairs bath, a coppery terra cotta color. The family room downstairs - a light to medium rich blue shade with one wall consisting of horizontal stripes of varying widths and shades of blue with a few stripes of black. My studio will stay white, and I'm not touching Mark's office downstairs. The living room will stay cream for now, until we decide to pay someone (who owns scaffolding) to paint it a warmer color. I haven't decided on finishes for most rooms yet. Some will be straight paint, and some will be faux finished.
Like the kitchen. Oh, the kitchen. It will be venetian plaster in a lovely rich shade of blue.
I swear to God, Mark's going to kill me.
Such a busy weekend. Last weekend I had made an upholstered headboard and side piece to fit behind Lauren's twin bed, against the wall. I used a beautiful floral fabric, perfect for a little girl's room. It's a white background with tiny flowers in yellow, pink, and purple, with green leaves. On Saturday morning, I decided to use the excess fabric to make a curtain for her window. But the green of the fabric didn't match the green of her walls. I wasn't pleased with the finish on her walls anyway, so I decided to repaint her room. Mom spent the night with us on Saturday, and babysat L while Mark and I went to Louisville to dinner. Sunday morning, Mom, Lauren, and I headed out to Home Depot and picked out the paint. It's called English Meadow, and it's a gorgeous light sage/mossy green. Of course, the drawers on her bed and dressers, as well as the shelves on her bookcase, were all the old grassy green. More painting. Fortunately, I like painting, and it turned out quite nice.
It was so cute, too. Lauren "helped". She actually did quite a nice job. I bought her a little one inch brush and let her go to town on part of a wall. She was very careful, and didn't spill any. And so proud that she painted her own room.
I don't often have dreams that I can remember - I never have. But last night I had a doozy. It was a replaying of an event that happened when I was a kid, but with a very different ending. Here's the real version: When I was about 10 or 11, my parents took me somewhere out in the country to buy a 10 speed bike. I have no idea where we were, but it was out of town. My folks must have seen an ad in the paper. So I was taking it for a test drive, and ended up heading down the driveway of this farmhouse. The house was located on a busy road, set well back up on a hill. A big difference between that bike and the ones I'd had previously is that my old bikes always braked by reversing the direction of the pedals. Not so with a 10 speed, and I didn't know to squeeze the handles to brake. So I was headed down a steep hill into fairly heavy traffic, and I couldn't stop the bike. I clearly remember Mom's hysterical scream, and Dad running after me as fast as he could, with absolutely no possibility of getting there in time. I was frantically trying to work the pedals to slow down, and I could easily predict what was going to happen if I didn't stop. Cars were whizzing by directly ahead of me. I could hear Dad shouting, but I couldn't make it out. You know when you're riding a bike really fast and the wind is whistling past your head, blocking out other noise? Like that. I think I finally steered the bike into the grass at the last minute and basically fell down.
I can only imagine my parents' fear that day. I don't want
to imagine it, but I can
, now that I'm a mommy.
My dream last night was exactly the same as above except in the dream, I didn't stop. I'd prefer not to have that dream again.
Friday, March 12, 2004
I wish I could write. Ummm, ok, I wish I could write well
. I leave the good writing up to LL
and others. I ran across this online, and since I read so freaking much Dr. Suess, I found it hilarious. Anyway, enjoy.
The Whos down in Whoville liked people a lot,
But the Grinch in the White House most certainly did not.
He didn't arrive there by the will of the Whos,
But stole the election that he really did lose.
Vowed to "rule from the middle," then installed his regime.
(Did this really happen, or is it just a bad dream?)
He didn't listen to voters, just his friends he was pleasin'
Now, please don't ask why, who knows what's the reason.
It could be his heart wasn't working just right.
It could be, perhaps, that he wasn't too bright.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
Is that both brain and heart were two sizes too small.
In times of great turmoil, this was bad news,
To have a government that ignores its Whos.
But the Whos shrugged their shoulders, went on with their work,
Their duties as citizens so casually did shirk.
They shopped at the mall and watched their T.V.
They drove a gas guzzling big S.U.V.,
Oblivious to what was going on in D.C.,
Ignoring the threats to democracy.
They read the same papers that ran the same leads,
Reporting what only served corporate needs.
(For the policies affecting the lives of all nations
Were made by the giant U.S. Corporations.)
Big business grew fatter, fed by its own greed,
And by people who shopped for the things they didn't need.
But amidst all the apathy came signs of unrest,
The Whos came to see we were fouling our nest.
And the people who cared for the ideals of this nation
Began to discuss and exchange information:
The things they couldn't read, in the corporate-owned news,
Of FTAA meetings and CIA coups,
Of drilling for oil and restricting rights.
They published some books, created Websites,
Began to write letters, and use their e-mail
(Though Homeland Security might send them to jail!)
What began as a whisper soon grew to a roar,
These things going on they could no longer ignore.
They started to rise up and reach out to all
Let their voices be heard, they rose to the call,
To vote, to petition, to gather, dissent,
To question the policies of the "President."
As greed gained in power and power knew no shame
The Whos came together, sang "Not in our name!"
One by one from their sleep and their slumber they woke
The old and the young, all kinds of folk,
The black, brown and white, the gay, bi- and straight,
All united to sing, "Feed our hope, not our hate!
Stop stockpiling weapons and aiming for war!
Stop feeding the rich, start feeding the poor!
Stop storming the deserts to fuel SUV's!
Stop telling us lies on the mainstream T.V.'s!
Stop treating our children as a market to sack!
Stop feeding them Barney, Barbie and Big Mac!
Stop trying to addict them to lifelong consuming,
In a time when severe global warming is looming!
Stop sanctions that are killing the kids in Iraq!
Start dealing with ours that are strung out on crack!"
A mighty sound started to rise and to grow,
"The old way of thinking simply must go!
Enough of God versus Allah, Muslim vs. Jew
With what lies ahead, it simply won't do.
No American dream that cares only for wealth
Ignoring the need for community health.
The rivers and forests are demanding their pay,
If we're to survive, we must walk a new way.
No more excessive and mindless consumption
Let's sharpen our minds and garner our gumption.
For the ideas are simple, but the practice is hard,
And not to be won by a poem on a card.
It needs the ideas and the acts of each Who,
So let's get together and plan what to do!"
And so they all gathered from all 'round the Earth
And from it all came a miraculous birth.
The hearts and the minds of the Whos they did grow,
Three sizes to fit what they felt and they know.
While the Grinches they shrank from their hate and their greed,
Bearing the weight of their every foul deed.
From that day onward the standard of wealth,
Was whatever fed the Whos spiritual health.
They gathered together to revel and feast,
And thanked all who worked to conquer their beast.
For although our story pits Grinches 'gainst Whos,
The true battle lies in what we daily choose.
For inside each Grinch is a tiny small Who,
And inside each Who is a tiny Grinch too.
One thrives on love and one thrives on greed.
Who will win out? It depends who you feed!
Thursday, March 11, 2004
are just stunning.
I just found out about BookCrossing
. Don't know where I've been. What an insanely terrific idea. I'm going to have to participate in this!
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
This just seemed kind of fun . . .
Last Kiss: This morning from Mark and Lauren
Last Cry: Yesterday
Last Library Book Checked Out: Besides books for Lauren, I got several. The one I'm reading now is Blowfly, by Patricia Cornwell
Last Movie Seen In a Theatre: Finding Nemo. Before that, The Birdcage. Yes, back in 96
Last Book Read: Besides books for Lauren (!), Presumption of Death by Perri O'Shaughnessy
Last Cuss Word Uttered: Fuck
Last Beverage Drank: Diet Dr. Pepper
Last Food Consumed: a bagel this morning
Last Phone Call: Sunday - I hate talking on the phone
Last TV Show: This morning, Dragon Tales with Lauren
Last Time Showered: This morning
Last Shoes Worn: Black boots
Last CD Played: Greg Greenway, Singing for the Landlord
Last Soda Drank: Diet Dr. Pepper
Last Thing Written: This!
Last Key Used: ! ok, just kidding, the car keys to move the car into the garage
Last Words Spoken: "See you later", to a co-worker this morning after a meeting
Last Sleep: Last night
Last IM: Yesterday, with Mark
Last Ice Cream Eaten: Can't remember, I don't eat a lot of ice cream. Several weeks, anyway.
Last Time Wanting to Die: Not for a long, long time, thank goodness
Last Lipstick: Don't wear lipstick
Last Time Dancing: Last night with Lauren, I don't dance for real
Last Show Attended: Ummmm, dunno
Last Big Car Ride: Today, driving to & from my meeting
Last thing you smelled: Cat litter when emptying the boxes
Last Annoyance: Heh, too many to think of. Probably all the political crap at work yesterday.
Last Disappointment: Do not hit me, but getting Godiva chocolates instead of See's for Valentine's Day. Yes, I'm that
Last Time Scolded: I'm the mom now - who's going to scold me?
Last Shirt Worn: Currently wearing a turtleneck with red, black, and camel horizontal stripes.
Last Web Site Visited: WWdN
, along with my work e-mail accounts. Love tabbed browsing with Firefox.
Last song you listened to: Something random that was playing on NPR in the car
Last person that made your heart skip a beat: Mark
Last movie you watched: The Jungle Book Do we detect a trend here???
Watch it with anyone?: Lauren
Last time you went to the mall: I haven't the foggiest idea.
Last person you missed: Lauren, as soon as she leaves for school every morning
Last CD you Bought: Joss Stone
Last beautiful thing you saw: Sunset Please note that I resisted saying Lauren
Last lyric stuck in your head: "Look for the bear necessities, the simple bear necessities, forget about your worries and your strife; I mean the bear necessities, the mother nature's recipes, will bring the bear necessities of life!"
Please make that song stop. Maybe I'll pass it on to you, and then I won't have to listen to it rumble through my mind constantly!!!!! That would be sweet.
Monday, March 08, 2004
Did you ever want a really funny t-shirt? Try here
Let's see if this
works for you all. It's a great ad.
I wrote to my "representatives" today (in quotes because they surely don't represent the things I believe in, by and large). I know it won't make a difference, as they'll cater to the church-going crowd, but at least they know where at least one constituent stands. Do your part. Even if you disagree with me, let your state and national representatives know how you feel on this and other issues.
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Busy busy busy. Details later when I get a freaking minute. Nothing earthshattering, just everyday life kind of busy.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
is hilarious. I wonder what my cats would say if they could blog . . .
Maybe we're all better off not knowing the answer to that one.
It occurs to me that I haven't posted a picture of Lauren in a while. To make up for that, here are two, from the Valentines Day party at her pre-school.
She looks so happy in the first picture. No wonder, since she's eating chips. That's one of her favorite treats, and not something we keep around the house. Neither Mark nor I are big snackers, and it just doesn't occur to us to buy much junk food.
In the second, she looks so grown-up. I swear that happens overnight with toddlers. Suddenly she'll grow a couple of inches, or her face just changes
. Time goes by way too fast these days.
Monday, March 01, 2004
I feel so proud of myself. I've been installing undercabinet lighting in our kitchen. I've put three lights under each cabinet on either side of the stove. We're going to buy some more for the other wall of cabinets, but boy does it look a lot brighter in there already. I hadn't realized how dark it was until we had some halogen to light it up.
I'm particularly proud because I have no electrical skills at all. Carpentry I can do. Plumbing I can generally do. General fix-it I can do. (This is my third house, after all . . .)
But electrical? Uh-uh. No way. I tried to put a dimmer in the dining room at our old house, and sure enough had to call the electrician to come fix what I screwed up. But this time I stripped the wires, installed the switches, wired the plugs, and it all actually works! Go me!
Now I still need to put in a dimmer in our dining room here, and change out the fixture in the master bathroom. Maybe I'm on a roll? Might give that a shot tomorrow.
Ummm, if I don't post for a few days, would someone call to see if I've electrocuted myself???