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A Raging Inferno of Delight, Perplexity, Love and Torment!
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My first livejournal entry was April 10, 2003. It's kind of amazing to think that four years just whipped by. A few of you have been my livejournal friends all along.

It's late. I have to go hide Easter eggs in the garden in the middle of the night. At least my house is really clean though. It'll be a nice feeling tomorrow morning.

Tygger is still missing. :(

Remember this little guy? I don't think he's coming home. I have heartache. He really was a sweet cat and only two years old. I wait for him every night, wonder what I could have done. I recall how cute he was as a kitten, mewing at me at the Humane Society, desperate for me to adopt him and I couldn't resist.

Well if G.'s new school doesn't work out, there's always the alternative:


A Man Among Wolves
"You can't get closer to wolves than he has," documentary producer Bernard Walton said of wolf researcher Shaun Ellis.

Ellis has spent his entire life studying the behavior of wolves and their interaction with humans. The National Geographic Channel followed Ellis' fascinating pursuit, producing a documentary called "A Man Among Wolves" that airs April 16.

First becoming interested in wolves as a child, Ellis says he decided to live among a wolf pack to help bridge the gap between wolves and humans. Ellis readily admits that many people will find it crazy that he lives and behaves like a wolf, but he thinks the ultimate benefits of his experiment make his case.

In the documentary, Ellis describes how he eats and lives with the wolves. His food is placed in a plastic bag inside an animal carcass that the rest of the wolves eat from.

In some ways, Ellis almost stopped being human. He talked about putting his emotions on hold while he was with the animals, because wolves do not feel emotions. When he leaves the pack, he finds it difficult to interact with other human beings. He is a "true wolf man. You can't get closer to wolves than he has," the documentary's producer, Bernard Walton, said of Ellis.

Ellis warns those watching though that "it's very dangerous for people who haven't been trained, who think that they can just walk into a wolf pack and be accepted."
5th-Apr-2007 12:19 am - Tygger is missing
I called Tyger in the night.. went out to the front so I could get my voice out over the houses to the apricot orchard and the rest of the hills. It's past midnight so I could hear my voice echoing a long way in the quiet. Coyotes responded by howling in haunting laugh-like yips. My stomach is in knots. He's not coming home.

I keep having horribly violent images of his death play through my head.
4th-Apr-2007 04:47 pm - Japanese Wisteria
I have this AMAZING white japanese wisteria vine outside my second story bedroom window and it is in full bloom, and incredibly, beautifully fragrant. White everywhere - it's like a wedding around here. The one vine has a real thick twisted base that climbs up two stories and then all the way across the entire length of the back of the house. When I moved in, they suggested I remove it because it would harbor rats. I am SO glad I didn't take that advice! It is the MOST awesome vine ever. I've seen one miserable rat on it in the two years I've lived here and one dead rat that fell off it, presumably killed by an owl. They don't last at all around here. As a matter of fact, I haven't seen a trace of one for at least a year.

On that note, I'm a little worried and sad. Tygs, G's cat, has been missing since the end of March and now I dread the worst. My heart is aching a little bit. I wish he would come back but... this is a really bad sign. He was a dolt with a lack of good survival instinct and I think he was out at night... and the coyotes will be around out there.. bobcats, mountain lions. And Tygs would make a good meal. I gave that cat lots of love, so I shouldn't feel guilty, but my last memory was of pushing him off my bed because he was making a racket grooming himself. It was a gentle push... I wish I had of made sure he stayed in at night. Now I'm just going to have to make sure to carefully police Hucks.

I just got a whiff of the wisteria. It came through my window on the breeze. Wow. My roses are blooming too. If I didn't have massive amounts of tedious homework, I'd be gardening!
30th-Mar-2007 07:00 pm(no subject)
Crap this paper is driving me into a straight jacket.
25th-Mar-2007 11:26 pm(no subject)
A little mosquito keeps buzzing in my face and it's driving me completely batshit.
25th-Mar-2007 04:03 pm - bookshelf
Do you think it would cost a lot to have a carpenter build a large dark wood bookshelf into the wall? Dimensions of say about... 12' x 12'? Anyone have a clue about this kind of thing?

I have two bookshelves already built into the east side of my office and they are about 2.5' x 7' or so each. They are filling up and I have this whole other side to my office that is just begging to be transformed into a library. Maybe I could customize the bookshelf so that there is space for something like a salt water aquarium. Hrm..
24th-Mar-2007 03:57 pm - Hucks loves me
Whenever I schmooze with Huckleberry nowadays I say, "Hi little beast" and he looks at me with utter 100 percent swooning adoration.

Apparently, pets are really good for our health. I know mine is.
22nd-Mar-2007 08:28 pm - Little conspiracies
Fuck, I just burned my finger on the handle of a cheap pot while cooking mac n cheese and it's right next to the bitten one. GLARE.
Ack, a mutant lizard thing just bit my finger in the garden, and its bleeding.
21st-Mar-2007 01:01 am - Simplify, simplify
I AM HAVING A FUCKING PAIN IN MY EMOTIONAL CORE THAT IS DRIVING ME TO DESPERATION AND I HAVE TWO PRIMARY OPTIONS FOR SOLVING THIS PROBLEM:

1) SMOKE CRACK, or

2) MEDITATE.
16th-Mar-2007 12:45 am(no subject)
Wow I ate tonight. RAWR. Chomp chomp.
15th-Mar-2007 03:16 am - Aikido notes
We practiced aikido outside in the grass, in perfect weather today. It was a little sunny and warm, a little breezy, a little shady. The grass was soft and cool. I don't know what it is but when I get really into aikido, I become intensely excited and energetic, and then the class ends. I love the feeling of working with my jo (staff) the most, not just because we worked with it today but because every time we are told to pick up a jo, I get enthusiastic about my practice. I don't know why I'm not as enthusiastic about the sword, or no weapons at all. It's just a preference I suppose.

Today we practiced a lot of increasingly complex moves and we practiced with partners. I really felt good, like I was easily understanding more at times. A few times I was working with my jo, I just felt like jumping up and down with joy, and I did. I feel a little bit of resistance at times, mostly associated with some compulsive inertia thing I have going that perhaps one day I will completely work through. I swear, if I had the time, I would be going to aikido club in the evenings in addition to class.

The funny thing is I feel like a beginner on so many levels, not just with aikido. I'm beginning with a house that needs to be remodeled; I'm beginning with a new, more sophisticated and healthy physical body; I'm beginning with an in-depth adaptation to the Ph.D. program work and the discipline required by that; I'm beginning with an conscious opening of my heart; I'm changing my ways and I'm learning to feel gratitude for change, even if it is accompanied by resistance and some pain. I love this new me. I feel like I have increased velocity and it is a fairly powerful feeling. Sometimes I feel like the ki that is increasingly flowing through me because of aikido is like an electric current. At times I feel like I have so much energy that my natural state is ecstaticly wild.

Something I need to work on is how I connect with people. I have a certain degree of apprehension when dealing with interpersonal connections. I doubt myself too much. Somehow aikido will be interwoven into that, just not sure how yet.

It occurred to me when we were bowing out and facing the sinking afternoon sun, that the brilliant, yet soft light of the sun is not so different than the idea of O Sensei. So instead of bowing to his picture and O Sensei's hand painting (an original, given to my Sensei from O Sensei himself) of Aikido symbols, we were bowing to the spirit of the founder. It was really excellent to have it outside.

I can’t even adequately express the deep gratitude I have for being trained under Sensei Robert Frager and Sue Ann McKean. It is a gift.

I’m smiling to myself and laughing inside at the realization, “Ah, I see how aikido is a spiritual path!” Ohhh, grasshoppah.
12th-Mar-2007 05:41 pm - Academic work work work
I finished research methods today, complete w/ quiz, paper and presentation. Check. Ahh, glad that's done. I'm not performing at my potential and I'm having paranoid feelings about my teacher's disapproval. It's not like I'm not trying, it just seems like I keep running out of time and then I sometimes feel like I'm barely getting by, plus my short term memory is uh... a little baked. So I seem to have problems retaining hundreds of pages of factual info every couple weeks. Anyway, I'm doing fine enough.

I've got one 10 pg paper due in an hour. I've finished it. I need to clean it up a bit and then print it out. One... step... at... a ... time, and the quarter will be finished.
11th-Mar-2007 05:54 pm - One of those days
I have a headache and a splinter in my toe. Grumble. And my body feels too hot. The air is stifling in here.
10th-Mar-2007 03:29 pm - An Attitude of Gratitude
On Monday/Tuesday, I have due two 10 page papers, two 4 page papers, plus a quiz and a presentation. B-R-E-A-T-H-E. I have 7 pages of one and 3 of the other done, so I'm not completely doomed. And for one I can waste a whole page on a chart thingie that I created for a past class presentation. Muwaha. MWAH!

I need some L-O-V-E. I'm like the Grinch with a heart three sizes too small. There's this little voice in my head advising me to get that love from myself, no one else can provide it for me, and on and on. The little psychologist with wings and a halo. Well, easier said than done, Slick! My heart needs some intravenous therapy. Intra-Venus therapy. I'm going to remind myself that my family, friends and cats love me, even if I continue to live like a celibate nun and I have no man-whore showering me with affection and gifts. One of my voices continues to insist to the other voices that yes, indeed, I am a catch and don't you forget it! Well, as long as he has a miraculous sense of humor, loves a good psychological challenge and is quick enough to dodge flying objects on occasion...

Plus, I need to get rid of some of this clutter around me. I organized my bookcase today, at least. It's a veritable shrine. All organized alphabetically in sections of varying topics. Come to think of it, when I focus on my books, I feel calm and serene. I guess it is a good idea to focus on the things that make us feel better, give us that neurotransmitter juice that keeps us relaxed and cruising.
8th-Mar-2007 01:53 pm - PMS is EVIL
I got my hair colored today with rhubarb streaks (through lightish brown hair). It's pretty much woven underneath a veil and you can hardly see it. I'm a little disappointed but it's still nice. It's classy, subtle, that sort of thing, which wasn't really my intention. I can always go back in a couple months and intensify it.

Looking at the world through PMS-saturated eyeballs, I'm having a horribly moody day even with a nice new haircut and everything. Every time I look in the mirror I just see my perceived flaws. I could go through a list, but then I'd just be digging my hole of downward spiraling self-esteem even deeper. I feel ugly, unimportant, non-special, all of that sort. I'm in that not-even-my-new-hair-can-save-me mode. Or not-even-my-incoming-box-of-bargain-fantastic-clothes-will-fix-this mode. Murmur.

Not to be a rant-fiend but I blame our image-obsessed culture for this, and the pressures we are under all the time to be perfect looking people. And we just get older so how can that help? At some point, those of us that do not get pounced on by supermodel scouting agents and live in normal person purgatory have to rely on our inner sense of self worth to cope when our natural God-given characteristics don't meet the cultural high bar of expectation. I guess I need to explore that today. Chuck the cultural thing, give it the middle finger and focus on what I do have going for me.
I just got my hair chopped off at Juut in Palo Alto. It was almost down to my belly button but fried. Now its razor sharp straight across at my collarbone. Tomorrow I'm scheduled to get it colored - with dark red/violet streaks.

My hairdresser, who was fawning, hot and gay all at once and referred to a tangle in my hair as "frisky", gave me an awesome pressure point massage on my neck and scalp before cutting my hair. They are so good! He earned his $10 tip, for sure. And all the "beautiful" and "sexy" compliments thrown my way certainly made me happy, even if he says them to everyone, who cares.
5th-Mar-2007 11:46 pm - SMACK!
I scored an awesome wholesale bunch of dept. store clothes today on ebay, brand new with tags, 26 slinky, casual to dressy items, including DKNY, FCUK, Polo, Sigrid Olsen, Inc., etc... cashmere sweaters, a dress, blouses, jeans and trousers... all the same size range (the one I've almost got myself into) all worth a non-sale total of $2242.00 for the bargain price of $134.00. Wee. That's nearly 95% off. Grrrrin.

I have to write a 10 pg. (somewhat relaxed) scholarly paper tonight on Hekate, a pre-Greek Crone/Dark Goddess/Queen of the Witches/Axis Mundi. I chose this topic myself because I'm fascinated by Her. I suppose given that it's nearly midnight, I better get crackin'.

I'm blowing kisses to all of you.
4th-Mar-2007 11:50 am - yay for maids
Bedroom a total mess, the maids knocked, stumbled out of bed, answered the door, dragged myself into the kitchen, boiled some eggs, checked my e-mail, minimally helped G. with his current electronic project (creating a transistor radio) - does looking and saying I don't know count? ..

My bedroom is all neat, bed made. Ahhh. The only thing is they don't know clean laundry vs. dirty. It's actually simple. Dirty is spread out on the floor, clean is piled. Inevitably, the clean pile gets tossed in the dirty pile in the laundry.
27th-Feb-2007 11:14 pm(no subject)
I went to the Fish Market tonight and asked for a Maine lobster. I got a big one - well, fairly big anyway. I was a bit shocked when I was charged nearly $35.00 for it. Oy. I took it home and boiled it. I felt a bit guilty boiling it in the pot, ending it's life, seeing it twitch. Once I got past that though, I was all ready to eat and it was totally delicious. What an indulgence.

Mr. or Ms. Lobster, you have been assimilated.

We went to see David Copperfield (magician) perform the other night - a very good show. I recommend not passing him up if you ever have the opportunity. The only unnerving thing is that he hand picks audience members for use in his show but you can always duck and hide... or well, flaunt your magnificance if you wish it.
23rd-Feb-2007 05:08 pm(no subject)
My plan - to get a haircut, soon. I want to cut this tangled nest off and I want to tint it red or maroon or something.. maybe. I'm thinking of eventually venturing in for a brazilian wax too (I'm sure you're all dying to know that!) but I'll wait on that a few months. The Abu Ghraib salon anyone?
19th-Feb-2007 02:16 pm - Frightening is right
I just watched a psychoanalyst with a Ph.D. get interviewed on the news. The focus was Britney Spears and her new shaved head. The psychoanalyst, a woman, said that the baldness will frighten her children and she may have them taken away. I can't even begin to express how unethical that psychoanalyst is for saying these things without having any relationship with Spears or her children. It's just breathtaking.

I am struck, completely struck by that statement. If a man shaved his head bald, would he frighten his children and be subject to having them removed by child services? Of course not. No one would question a man for shaving his head bald. No one would blink twice. But if a woman shaves her head bald, surely she's insane - and frightening. And "for her sake" both the psychoanalyist and the female news person agreed that she should grow her hair back.

I usually don't give a flying hoot what NOW.org thinks, in general, but this is oppression, pure as day. I'm going to write to them, today and rant about it. Maybe we should all have a mass head shaving - the new bra burning. Ok, maybe not. But still. It's her right. How offensive that women should be forced through threats of having their children taken away solely based on what they do with their hair.
10th-Feb-2007 01:12 pm - My butt is shrinking, wee
I bought some green corduroy jeans/pants at a Barney's warehouse sale in Santa Monica a few years ago. It had to be 2+ yrs ago but probably three. Too small to wear but I figured I'd better squeeze myself into them one day and they were on sale, originally $100 for $19.99. Well, I've been on a reshaping mission for the last few months. It's hard to take off the fat now that I'm 35. It's certainly nothing like when I was a teenager. There have been periods of two weeks where all I could lose was half a pound but hell at least it's going somewhere, right? Anyway, I got into them today, finally. They snuggle my butt. If I kick my legs up at any weird angle they might rip but so far so good.

As if that's not enough, I bumped into Emily at Starbucks this morning and she asked me if I'd lost weight. They're beginning to notice! There's nothing like shrinking and feeling good about it. I'm determined to grit my teeth and have it all off by this summer so I have a tiny, tiny butt and then I'll post a picture. Ok, well maybe I'll never have a tiny, tiny butt but comparitively speaking...
24th-Jan-2007 01:24 am - Spinning Thoughts
I've really been blathering lately on here. I deleted the last couple posts. Who wants to bother with my spinning intellect?

When this woman hits the high note in this song I'm listening to, I'm utterly hypnotized.

I should get some sleep. I stay awake late too much.
18th-Jan-2007 03:40 pm(no subject)
In 1971 (the year you were born)

Richard Nixon is president of the US

Charles Manson and 3 of his followers are convicted of multiple counts of first-degree murder

An earthquake in California's San Fernando Valley kills 64 people

New York Times begins publication of classified Pentagon papers on US involvement in Vietnam

The $70 million Kennedy Center opens in Washington, DC

A four day revolt at New York's Attica state prison ends after being stormed by 1000 state troopers

A new stock-market index called the Nasdaq debuts

Walt Disney World opens

Intel releases world's first microprocessor, the 4004

Ray Tomlinson sends the first e-mail

Libertarian party established in USA

Kid Rock, Denise Richards, Sean Astin, Winona Ryder, and Ricky Martin are born

Pittsburgh Pirates win the World Series

Baltimore Colts win Superbowl V

Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath is published

The Sonny and Cher Comedy Hour premeires on television

"Bridge Over Troubled Water" by Simon & Garfunkel wins Grammy for song of the year

All in the Family premieres
15th-Jan-2007 09:28 pm - Cold nights
It's 33 degrees. I spotted a miserable homeless women dressed not warmly enough suffering on the street. I pulled over, gave her a little cash and an angora wool scarf. I said, "Put this around your neck..." and flung the scarf around her. Then I gave her a 100 percent wool hooded zip up jacket with nice warm pockets for her to put her hands in and told her to put it on. She said "God Bless you" and bent over and I think she started crying.
11th-Jan-2007 01:28 am - mirror, mirror on the wall...
I'm watching a Ken Wilber DVD called Integral Operating System. I'm surprised at Wilber's nervous energy while he is speaking. His forehead looks like it has a skin and bone third eye.. like there is some kind of energetic laser beam coming out of it. He is plain looking and handsome at the same time because he's got that thang. He looks half alien, half human, or maybe he should just be on Star Trek. I don't know if it was just me but he seems to kind of have a very subtle effeminate lisp or bounce. I've read about the theories he discusses already, so I caught most of it. I'm a horrible listener because I will have one part of my brain microanalyzing the person's energy field, facial expressions, soul expression, etc., another portion trying to follow the words and picture the concepts...plus I'm in a sort of fascination about what stage of life they are in, what they are wearing, so that following a complex line of thinking, ie. Ken Wilber's dialogue in this case, can be a real task. It doesn't help that I'm thirsty, and have to go pee, or that the Hamster is spinning in his wheel downstairs.
9th-Jan-2007 10:48 pm - Um..
I just heard and felt my heart beating in my throat like the ticking of a clock. It stopped, but that was ... surreal. At first I didn't know what it was... maybe some weird twitching muscle in my neck? I had a twitching muscle for a few seconds in my shoulder last night, after all... It was my heart. Maybe I'm the crocodile in Peter Pan.
7th-Jan-2007 11:58 pm - Interesting painting


"Blessed Art Thou," by North Carolina artist Kate Kretz
7th-Jan-2007 09:48 pm - If you're curious [photos]
I took some pics of the inside of my house for a friend.

Inside of my houseCollapse )
6th-Jan-2007 11:23 pm - Nonsense for your entertainment
My mom forwarded this e-mail to me... from relatives in Scotland. I don't know who initially asked them. Some person probably.

1. Can you cry under water?

2. How important does a person have to be before they are considered assassinated instead of just murdered?

3. Why do you have to "put your two cents in"... but it's only a "penny for your thoughts"? Where's that extra penny going to?

4. Once you're in heaven, do you get stuck wearing the clothes you were buried in for eternity?

5. Why does a round pizza come in a square box?

6. What disease did cured ham actually have?

7. How is it that we put man on the moon before we figured out it would be a good idea to put wheels on luggage?

8. Why is it that people say they "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?

9. If a deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?

10. Why are you IN a movie, but you're ON TV?

11. Why do people pay to go up tall buildings and then put money in binoculars to look at things on the ground?

12. Why do doctors leave the room while you change? They're going to see you naked anyway.

13. Why is "bra" singular and "panties" plural

14. Why do toasters always have a setting that burns the toast to a horrible crisp, which no decent human being would eat?

15. Can a hearse carrying a corpse drive in the carpool lane?

16. If the professor on Gilligan's Island can make a radio out of a coconut, why can't he fix a hole in a boat?

17. Why does Goofy stand erect while Pluto remains on all fours? They're both dogs!

18. If corn oil is made from corn, and vegetable oil is made from vegetables, what is baby oil made from?

19. Do the Alphabet song and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star have the same tune?

20. Why did you just try singing the two songs above?

21. Why do they call it an asteroid when it's outside the hemisphere, but call it a haemorrhoid when it's in your butt?
5th-Jan-2007 06:26 pm - Say what?
You know what... I totally lack self-confidence on a variety of levels, and I know where I lack it and I watch myself lack it, and try to compensate for it. It's so f'n stupid. I should just be confident.... you know, take that booty like a pirate. It's better to be overconfident than to lack it, perhaps. What do you think?
3rd-Jan-2007 02:37 pm - I'm eyeballing you, yeah you
An appropriate image of me would be a mountain of books with one brown eyeball peeking out from within them.
30th-Dec-2006 11:12 pm - oink
I was ravenous tonight, and I gave in.

Ooops.

Damn if didn't just hit the spot though.
29th-Dec-2006 11:39 pm - post cards
http://www.letssaythanks.com/Home1024.html

This is a neat website. You can pick a postcard, and then put a custom message into it thanking a random soldier. The card is then mailed. I didn't catch where, probably Iraq or some other combat zone. I sent a couple.
26th-Dec-2006 10:28 am(no subject)
I have a really nasty case of the flu.
24th-Dec-2006 07:09 pm - xmas eve
My cats are freaking out because I'm home. Hux howled at me when I came through the door and couldn't find him in the dark. All of a sudden, being back home - and the cats did a job on the house - I'm lonely. Yosemite gave me a sense of closeness, adventure... now my house seems kinda cold and empty. But it's Christmas eve, and that is exciting. I've already opened all the presents I bought for myself, and one from T3. You know you're an exciting person when the only presents you get, save for one, are from yourself.
24th-Dec-2006 07:14 am - Night in Yosemite
My friend Stacey is here. Last night we had quite a night at the bar. I was able to walk back to my hotel room. Stacey went down to the bar and brought back to-go kamikazes. Somehow I'm up at 7 a.m. with only a minor headache. Barely there headache. I'm slugging water.
21st-Dec-2006 09:04 pm - Yosemite
I'm at the internet kiosk at the Yosemite Lodge at the Falls. I'm not permitted to read my journal because it is categorized as "adult" but I can post. We're having a great time, of course. I'm now working on Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse, orpheusinhades.
17th-Dec-2006 01:48 pm(no subject)
Crap, Inspector G. found a stash of Xmas presents. Grumble. He continues to sneak around, not answering me.
10th-Dec-2006 07:37 pm(no subject)
Got the new Gwen Stefani and Evanescence cds. Not so into E this time around because the lyrics aren't so much on my wavelength. I love the dark vibe. I wish they did more with it though. Stefani's good. Enjoying it!
8th-Dec-2006 09:54 am - Christmas carols for the disturbed
A friend from school e-mailed this to me. I don't know who wrote it but I think it's pretty funny.


* 1. Schizophrenia --- Do You Hear What I Hear?

* 2. Multiple Personality Disorder --- We Three
Kings Disoriented Are

* 3. Dementia --- I Think I'll be Home for
Christmas

* 4. Narcissistic --- Hark the Herald Angels Sing
About Me

* 5. Manic --- Deck the Halls and Walls and House
and Lawn and Streets and Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and
Trucks and Trees and.....

* 6. Paranoid --- Santa Claus is Coming to Town to Get Me

* 7. Borderline Personality Disorder --- Thoughts of Roasting on an Open Fire

* 8. Personality Disorder --- You Better Watch Out, I'm Gonna Cry, I'm Gonna Pout, Maybe I'll Tell You Why

* 9. Attention Deficit Disorder --- Silent night,Holy oooh look at the Froggy - can I have a chocolate, why is France so far away?

* 10. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder --- Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells,Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle,Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells,
6th-Dec-2006 10:30 am - Lions on the kitchen counter
I was so hungry last night, so I brought out this 32 oz. boneless ham I had in the fridge for a while. I sliced myself off a bit and ate it. My cats went crazy and tried to snatch it out of my hand. I fell asleep on the couch, with my hot cocoa and marshmallows. I realized today I didn't put it back in the fridge. There it was on the counter, shamelessly gnawed. I sliced up the rest (quite a bit), threw it on a plate and tossed the plate to the miniature lions.
2nd-Dec-2006 06:07 pm(no subject)
I'm on a Madonna music kick. I think next is Fiona Apple.
2nd-Dec-2006 01:12 pm(no subject)
What Kind of Reader Are You?
Your Result: Obsessive-Compulsive Bookworm

You're probably in the final stages of a Ph.D. or otherwise finding a way to make your living out of reading. You are one of the literati. Other people's grammatical mistakes make you insane.

Dedicated Reader
Literate Good Citizen
Book Snob
Fad Reader
Non-Reader
What Kind of Reader Are You?
Create Your Own Quiz
23rd-Nov-2006 12:20 pm(no subject)
Happy Thanksgiving, darrrrlinks!
Last night my parents came in, around midnight, and the first thing their blind dog did was stumble down the stairs to the unheated, very cold pool and fell in it. We didn't know where she was but my dad found her. It was pitch dark and he had his flash light shining as I came down the stairs to the pool deck, picking my way along. She was swimming in circles in a panic, wouldn't listen to us and come to the side of the pool. So guess who had to jump in to the freezing pool with her clothes on? Hrmph. My dad was so distraught that when I said, "Ahhhh! It's cold!" he replied, "Well think of Cookie and how cold she is!" Grumble. He decided to blame me for it all. My mom had to force him to thank me later.

Then I ran over my mom's walker in the driveway today.

A real family get together!
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