Sunday, July 31, 2005
This one's for Tom who maintains the best astronomy blog this side of the universe. Sorry about the cat hair on my shirt, you wanna hang with me you gotta put up with a little kitty fur. :)
(In regards to the shirt's tag line: No I don't, but today I'm trying to convince myself I do...)
Last night's episode of Trading Spaces was the Montréal episode! So, I guess they film two months before the show airs.
I wondered how long it was from filming to airing, and now I know! (Jenna, please don't hate me for watching TS even though I said I would boycott it! I'm addicted.)
Saturday, July 30, 2005
I found the map at Lisa's site, although she didn't link back to where she got it from. That doesn't ever stop me, I'm a Google freak, so I found the map by googling for keywords map of places i have been and it was the first hit on the page. Yay, me! :) Anyway, the map comes from Douwe Osinga's site. Pretty neat!
Amy Sedaris smears cake on herself
(because she feels like it, duh!)
Friday, July 29, 2005
[Send your open letters to email@example.com.]
- - - -
TO THE COUPLE WHO
FOUND MY PANTIES
IN THEIR YARD
May 19, 2005
- 1 lamp from HomeGoods
1 Sony CD/radio alarm clock
several assorted hair ties
lots of used ear plugs
a package of 25 pairs of ear plugs*
a cherry wood music box gifted to me by my husband
a mostly used tube of Icy Hot
a half-used tube of Cold and Hot (the generic brand of Icy Hot)
My Friend Leonard (well, okay, it's actually right next to me at the moment, but at night it's on the stand)
my glasses case
water spot rings from my nightly glass of water
So, pretend you're tagged and tell me what you've got on your nightstand!
After I saw the bee I saw a beautiful yellow butterfly fluttering around a patch of hot pink and purple petunias. Another Kodak moment. My camera is still at home.
Kim Holman, 27, of Reston, Va., said she speaks softly and doesn't reveal private details when catching up with friends and family on her cell in the mall, sidewalk or wherever. Even so, she constantly endures stares and comments.
"I just ignore them. When I'm on my phone I'm not loud. I talk on it just as I would if that person was sitting or standing right next to me," Holman said. "Would they give me those looks or make those comments if the person were right next to me? No. Therefore, I don't think I'm doing anything wrong."
Yay, Kim! :)
Thursday, July 28, 2005
Reward for information that allowed authorities to locate Laci Peterson: $500,000 but later downgraded to $50,000.
Reward for information that allows authorities to locate Natalee Holloway: $1,000,000.
Draw your own conclusions. Constructive comments only, please. Someone knows where LaToyia is. I hope they're not holding out for a bigger reward.
Not even 24-hours after Private First Class Tim Hines's wife and family said goodbye at his funeral, American flags that had adorned their Fairfield yard were piled beneath a car and burned.
Hines' sister-in-law woke up to hear her car alarm around 5:30 a.m. and saw her car on fire.
As firefighters brought the fire under control they discovered a pile of around 20 American flags underneath the car.
Neighbors say Hines' wife's family had flags line their front yard and on the porch.
Those were taken as well as flags in neighboring yards.
This comes from a post at Eric's Grumbles Before the Grave. Eric is a veteran of Desert Storm whose own property was trespassed upon by "protesters" while he was away serving our country. They would not leave the property until Eric's wife accepted the brochures they were handing out which showed children that were maimed in the war. The rest of the article about the vandalism to PFC Hines's property is available at WCPO TV.
(If you can read Arabic, can you tell me what the tag says? Merci!)
Georgie must have understood what I was saying because she walked into the living room and waited patiently for me to finish feeding Ripley her Fancy Feast gourmet crunchies. :)
*John Hughes is the director of Sixteen Candles. The running joke in this movie is that Samantha's mother fixes her carrots to eat at lunchtime because they're supposed to help her develop breasts. Remember?
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
We hope that Self-Portrait Day functions as a way for people to discover new faces. For those of us who find we're following the same circle of Web sites every day, we hope that this will act as a way to discover new places. Basically, it's a launching pad; almost every portrait is clickable and should lead you someplace new. There are 6 new faces featured every day, Monday through Friday, and there are only a few simple rules regarding submissions.
I submitted a profile and photo (of a poppy) but I haven't started looking around yet. Pesky work and home chores! I'm looking forward to checking out some new spots on the web...
I'm not really a gimmicky kind of girl. I just want to post about my thoughts, put up a few pics when the mood is right, and have a little chat with those of you who stick around. I don't want to feel obligated to a gimmick. I love that all those who have a gimmick are dedicated enough to keep the gimmick going, but as soon as I start feeling responsibility for projects I want to run in the other direction, and I don't want to start hating my blog. So, with that said, no gimmicks, just Poppy. And the kitties. And random ramblings. And cheese. Yay. :)
I had a friend, or so I thought. We worked together at a company. It was her first tech job. She had previously been in the restaurant business but wanted to make more money, so she switched to information technology. I taught her everything she knows about computers and how to do computer support. (Really, I'm not bragging about what I taught her. She didn't know anything about computers.) I left that company but I stayed in touch with her. We hung out on occasion, lunches together or visits to our respective homes. She would call me at my new job or email me quite frequently asking how to do certain tasks that I used to do that she was now responsible for completing. I had taught her how to do these tasks, but when you're trying to learn something brand new to you sometimes it doesn't sink in or make sense right away. I was happy to help her.
Over the past few months I've emailed articles or just messages saying hi to her, but she never responded. Recently I emailed her and she told me she was thinking of me, was about to go away on vacation, and maybe we could get together when she's back. I waited for her to return. No email from her. I sent her another email. She didn't return my email. I guess she's done with me.
It would have been "nice" of her to have the decency to just say she doesn't want me in her life anymore, and for what reason. I'm not a creep, I'm not mean, I'm not nosey, I'm not a tyrrant. I'm a very thoughtful and giving friend. I will do nice things for friends without prompting, that's just me. I am very fond of her son and her cat, and get along well (but not "too well" if you catch my drift) with her husband. My husband really enjoys hanging out with her husband because they have similar interests. So, wtf?
When I was growing up I would make friends and then we would move so that was the reason why I was no longer friends with people. Once I tried to keep contact with a friend after moving and it just didn't pan out because we were 10 and didn't quite know how to fight for friendship. In high school I made friends and wondered when I would lose those friends. The end of high school came. We all went to college together. Then we all lived together. Then we all worked together. Now our lives have diverged, but we maintain contact. So, we are still friends. Yes, these are the friends I complained about earlier, but they are my friends. They don't just stop calling or writing. They find some way to stay in my life, and I in theirs.
So, I'm thinking that "friendship" with the person who (apparently) used me for knowledge wasn't actually ever a friendship. It was her sapping me of all of my craft's information so that she could have my job when I left it, and now she's happy to just forget I ever existed. That's shitty.
I resolve from this day forward to no longer try to contact her. She is no longer my friend. I will not speak of her again. I will not try to fight for this "friendship" that was never a friendship to begin with. I am done with feeling this way. I will forgive, but I will not forget.
Only the variety called Papaver sonniferum (Opium poppy) is illegal in the USA.
(Copyright Russell Jones.)
I work in two different offices. One of my offices has a mouse. Each day that I come to this particular office I find mouse turdies on my desk. So, I go to the kitchen, grab a long sheet of brown paper towel and the FantastiK bottle, I spray down my desk, wipe the turdies away, throw away the towel, return the FantastiK to its resting place, wash my hands, then set up my laptop. I'd really like to strike a deal with the mouse. He can turd anywhere else in the room, even on any of the other desks (there are three in my office, even though I don't share this office with anyone), but I would like him to stop pooing on the desk I actually use. It's the desk I like the most -- the one that lets me face the entrance to my office. I am easily startled so I can't have my back to the door. How about it, Mr. Mouse? Poop on the other desks, but leave this one alone? There's no food in the room, no food on my desk, it definitely doesn't even have any tasty residue since I've FantastiKed it 4 times now. I'm happy to share my office with you, but no more poopies on my desk so that I don't have to worry about catching Hanta virus every day I'm here?
Yesterday I received a gift from my pal Roger who is in Iraq. It was a rug made in Saudi Arabia with some famous building on it. I think it's a temple, probably in Mecca, but I cannot find a photo that looks similar to it. The rug is in my other office, so tomorrow I will bring my digital camera and take a picture of the rug to post. As soon as I can figure out how, I'll be mounting the rug on a wall in that office. The office walls are made of cinder block, so I can't just tack it to the wall. One of my two officemates in that office had some great suggestions for how to mount it, which involve obtaining supplies from the business manager's office. He's away right now, and I feel silly asking someone for their key so that I can break in and get some office supplies, so I'll just wait until he comes back. I'd bring it home, but I really think that this rug "belongs" to everyone who has helped make Roger feel supported while he is away from family and friends, so I'm keeping it at work.
Today in this office with the mouse droppings I received a gift from a client who I helped all day Wednesday to get his computers up-to-date. This client used to be ornery, but a series of life and career changes have turned him into a very kind person. While I was in his office I showed him pictures of the garden tour and he showed me a flower picture that I absolutely loved. He said he could give it to me if I liked, but I didn't reply. Today, in my mailbox, I find a card with the photo mounted. It is beautiful -- a Mexican sunflower with a bee nesting in the stamens, and a little green bug sitting on a petal. Since it's his photo I'm not going to take a picture and post it, but the Mexican sunflower itself looked just like the Mexican sunflower picture that I took during the garden tour:
Beautiful! I'm definitely going to grow these next year. :)
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
(BTW, fuzzy is a synonym for disjointed. Who knew?)
Monday, July 25, 2005
The funny part is that the only question you're asked is "what color underwear are you wearing?" and once you answer that it spits out your crayon color. This makes me laugh. :) Thanks to twentysomethingmom for this one.
He belongs to this boy in the orange:
Billy is a sheep, not a goat, but that doesn't stop him from eating the neighbor-across-the-street's lawn:
This is a picture of Billy being dragged off by another boy, although I am not sure why, because he just walked him right back down the street:
(The flash went off, made the picture look overexposed...)
And, of course, here's a broken down tractor that the neighbor kids were using to travel around with the sheep:
The biggest kid asked our other neighbor across the street (the one with the dog who doesn't like me and peed in my garden) for jumper cables and a battery. Must have worked, because the tractor's gone now. :)
I asked the boy in the orange shirt about Billy. He is the family's pet sheep, but this Fall Billy will become dinner. Although, if the family gets another sheep Billy will remain their pet. I told him some people eat their pets, and that's just life, but that I hope he does get another sheep so Billy doesn't have to be dinner. (What else could I say?)
Sunday, July 24, 2005
None of the children except one boy has had any formal education. The one boy who is in school, Avijit, speaks English and had aspired to be a doctor, but decides that he has no future. It is hardest to see him go downhill. His father was once well respected, now his father smokes hash all day, every day, and his mother has moved away to be a prostitute somewhere more lucrative. Sadly, her new pimp sets her on fire in her kitchen and she dies. There is no time for her son to mourn her, he must continue on and take his exams.
You ask me to post, so I'm going to tell you how it ends. Zana gets schooling for almost all the children, at a couple different boarding schools. She endures the process of obtaining all the proper papers for each child and all HIV tests for each child (you're not allowed to be in the boarding schools if you test positive). All the children's tests come back negative. The photographer brings all the children to their boarding schools. The families agree on film not to take the children out of these boarding schools. Off camera, all but two of the children (Avijit and Kochi, a girl) are pulled out or choose to leave school to continue supporting their impoverished families. One child who wasn't permitted to go to school in the first place runs away and enters a boarding school. So, there are three happy endings, and several unhappy endings. Any girl who left school is, right now, either dead or a prostitute - being used for sex, addicted to drugs, being treated inhumanely, making a living on her back, and not yet even a teenager.
A more comprehensive review is available at IMDb. I am happy for the ones who made it out, I am sad and frustrated for the ones who returned home.
I like my friends, but I am easily agitated by them. Last year was my friend's 30th birthday, and I was the only one who did ANY planning for it (not even his wife helped plan) and I ended up bringing $60 worth of picnic food AND THE CAKE while everyone else basically brought a single portion of food to eat for themselves, but they pigged out on my food, ate the cake, then thought nothing more of it. I was so upset that no one even appreciated what I had done that I had a migraine so I packed up all the food and left early.
So, I've decided we're revolting against the friends and we're bringing portions to grill that are only enough for the two of us, and just a little bit of FRUIT salad. (WHO EATS GREEN SALAD AT THE BEACH?!) I'll put the single serving of fruit salad and enough grilling food for the two of us in this BIG cooler that looks like it's FILLED with food. My friends' eyes will be wide, they'll get all excited, they'll rub their hands together in anticipation of feasting on the food that *I* bought!!!! And, then, I will move all of the ice packs aside to reveal!!!.... the single serving of fruit salad and two chicken breasts.
Actually, I'm changing my mind about the big cooler because if I bring that they'll bully their way into using my cooler for their own stuff. Nope. Nope nope nope. Not gonna happen. I will not be taken advantage of today.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
So, my next triumph will be all the chapters before the last of Harry Potter. (If you didn't catch that post, I read the last chapter already so that no one would ruin the book for me, I ruined it for myself. :)
Watching Constantine right now, in which a very adult-sized version of Georgie is the leading lady's pet. Neat! Okay, back to movie...
Friday, July 22, 2005
On a completely different subject, Netflix finally sent me "Born Into Brothels", an Oscar-winning documentary about the children of prostitutes. I'm looking forward to this one. I love to watch documentaries, particularly if it involves understanding people's life choices.
*I originally had written the word nurse here, Freudian slip I guess!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
It is illegal to grow these, so the owner of this garden is actually breaking a law. Crazy. Why would you risk growing this? It's not so beautiful that you just have to grow it so you can experience its beauty every single day of your life. So, now I'm wondering - are these people partaking of their poppies?
Only a little bit more to go, but I need a break. This is intense...
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Thanks, Kim!!! :)
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
So that I could talk with others about Harry Potter and/or not be upset when I saw others talking about the book before I had the chance to read it, I read the ending. Sorry! Sorry. I promise you I'm an avid Harry Potter fan, but I'm still in the middle of A Million Little Pieces which is about alcohol and drug addiction. I can't just pop over to wizard land for a bit then pop back into addiction hell.
So, yes, I'm a Harry Potter ruiner. But, only to myself! I will read the whole book, first page to last, after I'm done with James Frey! Je vous promets!
- Tolerate:: accept
- Release:: renew
- My soul:: on fire
- Sax;:: Candy Dulfer
- HP:: piece-o'-crap (unless it's a laserjet printer)
- Worth:: millions
- Rockstar:: lush
- Terrify:: shock and awe
- Knock me off my feet:: Tom Cruise (not in a good way)
- Taunt:: the Oompa Loompas
DID YOU GUESS?!?#?!!!!!??@?!?@!?!
Oops, in my excitement, I forgot to cite my source - Jen at Very Big Blog via City Rag whose second-to-newest side link is Jürgen's mommy, congrats! ;)
- Subject: you
You look nice today.
Today I am wearing:
My husband also said I look good today, and this is the only new thing I'm wearing, so I think it's the shirt. It's very slimming, and flattering to my figure. Yay, me!
This morning I drove myself to work for the first time in, oh, maybe a month. I noticed that there was a spider web between the driver's side mirror and the driver's side window. Knowing this would distract me the entire ride into work, and therefore possibly cause me to be in an accident, I attempted to dislodge the web from the mirror. This action caused the keeper of said spider web to appear out of nowhere (well, from behind the mirror) and curse me out. I could hear his little voice screaming "getcher hands of my web, you [cursity curse curse curse]". I recoiled quickly, tried dislodging the web from the window instead, and just gave up.
I'm not an arachnophobe, but when little guys get aggressive with me, I'm backing down.
Subject: JetBlue Clearance Sale, Everyone Must Go!
Date: July 19, 2005 11:11:22 AM EDT
To: [Poppy's work email address, how rude!]
(I feel like I've been Old Navy'd. At least it came in at 11:11 so I get to make a wish!)
What are we doing?! "Acceptable loss" only applies when one chooses to objectify human life. (Opinion, not fact.)
Gimme your opinion, even if it's contrary. But, make it constructive. I want to understand how this is okay.
(Click to see the original huge image.)
Something about the flowers spinning in opposite directions makes me smile. What's that called? I know there's an organic chemistry word for this. I keep thinking sinister (but that's just left), radio-, mirror image... the term is on the tip of my brain. Any orgheads/chemheads/smartypantses out there?
Monday, July 18, 2005
Eve was born in Fall 1995. She was bought to be barbequed at an Easter Sunday celebration. Someone thought she was being mistreated prior to being butchered so contacted the local humane society who confiscated her.
Eve now eats her favorite food, sweet cob mix, on a hillside with her sheep buddies.
The strangest part is, we don't remember signing up to be foster parents. Our birthdays are both coming up, so all we can figure is that one of our relatives sponsored us as foster parents as our birthday gift. Or, well, there was that time last month where I sent money to about 10 animal organizations... :)
"But one of my regrets would be that I will never again have the pleasure of sneaking into a cafe -- any cafe I like -- sitting down and diving into my world and no one knowing what I am doing and no one bothering about me and being totally anonymous, that was fantastic." (Full story)
I do not envy her. I would rather be poor and happy than rich and bothered.
Something about this being the second-to-last book has allowed me to be patient about starting it. Before I would feverishly burn through the Harry books in one or two days, sacrificing home and work life (oops) to get to the end. But, this weekend I instead spent much needed time with my furry girls, read the first James Frey book that I had already started before Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince arrived to my doorstep, and ate a lot of popsicles. It's very difficult to read and eat popsicles simultaneously.
I keep the Harry book near me, sitting on the other end of my couch staring at me, but I'm happy to let it sit there until I am ready for it.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Saturday, July 16, 2005
A: If you could be any ANIMAL in the ocean, what would you be?
A cat, swimming my tail off to get back to shore.
B: Other than food, what is the last thing you BOUGHT for yourself?
Books, books, and more books!
C: How many COUNTRIES have you been to?
D: What is your favorite ride at DISNEYLAND?
Um, err, I've never been there. So, I dunno.
E: Do you believe in ESP?
F: Have you ever FAKED listening to your friend talk?
Oh...huh? Were you talking to me?
G: Have you ever fired a real GUN?
H: Regarding surfing, do you know what the term "HANG Ten" means?
Um. ... Catching a really good wave? That's what I always assumed it meant.
I: Is Michael Jackson INNOCENT or GUILTY?
Depends what you're asking me he's innocent or guilty of. I think he's guilty of acting inappropriately with children. I think he's innocent of the fundamental understanding that adults are supposed to have about appropriate conduct with children.
J: Do you wear JEWELRY?
Just my wedding ring (but not the engagement ring). Sometimes I will wear other rings to special events, and occasionally I wear a bracelet that a little girl made and sold to me which supports breast cancer. But, I'm not into jewelry.
K: Have you ever KILLED an animal?
Yes. Let's move on.
L: What was the LAST thing you mailed?
A request for more information from my gardening club.
M: Who is your favorite MUPPET character?
N: Have you ever been to a NUDIE bar?
No, but not for lack of interest.
O: Can you change your own oil?
I am sure I could. I don't want to though. (This is Geeekgirl's answer, but I'm borrowing it.)
P: Did you attend PRESCHOOL?
Q: Do you know what a QUAHOG is?
Oh, yes, I do! Thanks to Alton Brown.
R: Have you ever RIDDEN a horse?
Um. No. A pony.
S: Have you played any organized SPORTS in your life?
Yes, but only as intramurals in adult life. Played softball in 2nd or 3rd grade.
T: Do you owe or are you getting money back from last year's taxes?
Got money back.
U: Do you own an UMBRELLA?
Yes. It has puppies and kittens on it. (I have this one, too! I actually own 7 umbrellas.)
V: Do you exercise your right to VOTE?
W: What's your ideal WEATHER forecast?
Cloudy, 70 degrees, the threat of a thunderstorm, but with a clear patch so that a rainbow can shine through.
X: What was your last X-RAY u had taken?
My back, so that steroids could be injected into it. (Just this past Monday!)
Y: Do you own a YELLOW shirt?
Yup, I love yellow. It's cheerful.
Z: how many ZIP/area codes have you lived in?
Friday, July 15, 2005
I L-O-V-E Real World/Road Rules Challenge, though. :)
look closely, the girls are sticking their tongues out at each other!!
(click the pic to see the original full-sized image)
bubbles for Georgie!
"Okay, Mom, I get it -- bubbles. Now, leave me alone so I can go pretend to catch birdies!!"
Ripley's gorgeous belly (shaved, of course. it's hot, ya know!)
this one's for my girl, TL :}
wildflowers, with the exact inverted color scheme of the tigerlillies
a poppy next to a fuzzy stock
leaving this one sideways and bigger so you can see the little bug crawling on this wildflower (Joanne, hide your eyes! ;)
cabbage!!!! (It's *almost* ready, muhahaha!)
strawberry! (something's been munching on them, so this is the only one right now)
this reminds me of a flowing poodle skirt, and of a breast... it's just a wildflower.
banana peppers! they're ready! tacos, here I come!
the neighbor's dog, who typically shuns me, came over for a visit. he just wanted to pee on my garden, oh well.
radishes (not so much, but my husband loves them)
tomates! we have 12 cages, we're going to have waaaaaaaaaay too many tomatoes :)
the lonely cucumber, searching the garden galaxy for a mate