Saturday, July 29, 2006

Today's theme = pets





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For today's theme, I give you our kitten, circa December 1986 (ie, before I became allergic). Named Thumper by SisterJ, for the bunny in Bambi b/c that was exactly how she would get your attention.




Thumper was the sweetest cat - as we later found out when we adopted the completely crazy Frostbite in 1992.


Frostbite had two different color eyes, a gray spot on the top of her head, and absolutely no common sense. She ran into walls and doors; she would lay in the threshold between two rooms and attack your feet if you dared to step over her; she was the kind of cat you laugh at on America's Funniest Home Videos.
Here she is eating my foot.





Notice that Thumper chose, instead, to actually eat her food.
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Thumper had no use for her: you could almost see her thinking "What the hell is the matter with you???" She'd turn around when she say Frostbite coming, heading for a patch of sun to relax - Frosbite-free - in. Here, Thumper watches as Frostbite runs into the table ... again.

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We had some interesting pets, that's for sure.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Seriously, as if I needed yet another time-eating, highly addictive, online activity:

Have you people discovered the wonder that is YouTube? I mean, honestly.

You can find ANYTHING.

They've got the PSA's and commercials from when I was a kid


One to grow on

R2- you're on Fire!


Beetlejuice Intro

Cartoons I'd forgotten



Candy they don't make anymore But they should!

This annoying kid who I saw about a million times (and was totally jealous of... a computer AND a set of encyclopedias... no fair!)

A double dutch routine that my friends taught me and we used to sing in the schoolyard.

I totally had a thing for Darkwing Duck: "Let's get dangerous..."

Not to mention some Animaniacs (now available on DVD, people... rush out to buy!) or Nose Marie (from the pound puppies cartoon). The GetAlong Gang, or some Gargamel, perhaps? Pick your poison!


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So, now you know, all about YouTube and the joy it can bring (and the hours it can waste!)

And, if you were any sort of an 80's kid at all, you know that

Knowing is half the battle!


(Go... waste some time... It's Friday!)

Saturday, July 22, 2006

...and..... ACTION!





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Having totally missed last week's SPH (Um... all of the sudden? It was Monday. I honestly don't know where Saturday or Sunday went.), I wanted to be sure and get this up this morning.

So here's my action shots: It's SisterJ and SisterK at the hospital, waiting for our Niece to be born, this past May. We were there for about 12 hours. And, my sisters? Aren't exactly the greatest at waiting. (Face it, my 6 year old nephew waited better than they did.) Here, they have stolen my wheelchair (which I abandoned shortly after arriving for a more comfortable lounge chair),





and are fighting over who gets to ride in it.







Also, they are tickling each other.






Also, they are really loud: in a hospital lounge.

Also?
I wanted to shoot the both of them....


Now THAT would have been an action shot.

Happy Saturday, all!

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Follow the fellow who follows the dream...

Today was a wandering sort of day...In real life, it was mainly about getting through the day while my brain wandered away (a post on pain meds & the fact that my doctor "doesn't want to interfere with my pain" until after I see a particular specialist ... in [strong]frickin September!![/strong] to follow... Stay on task, NTE!)

In the blogosphere, it was click-y wandering:

And, oh! The treasures you can find:


I started out with the fabulous

Mom-101, who led me to
SavvyMommy.com, where I found out about some contest, read some interesting product reviews, and was generally in awe of her internet prowess (drop down menus? All organized and such? Ugh!)

Mom-101 also led me to:

Troll-Baby, who has a heart melting letter posted... I'm going to have to search through her archives, get the whole story, but if someone wrote me a letter like that, I'd have it made into a shirt and wear it everywhere.

&

This Full House, which made me giggle: seriously.. Outloud and everything.


Then, because it is Wednesday, I had to head over to
Amalah & her Wednesday Advice Smackdown (even though she hasn't answered the question I sent in yet... There's always hope.) Amalah took me to her Daily Dose, and I went hunting thru her blogroll and wound up at
Jinkies, who showed me all the cool spots on the web, including 5ives

where I found this gem:

Five things, besides lying, that ShakiraÂ’s hips donÂ’t do:
June 15th, 2006
poach eggs
long division
tap your phone
moblog
take no mess


(And - I found a major contender for my July Perfect Post, as well).

And, if you haven't checked out this week's Post Secret, you should get over there, post haste.


Go.Wanderer. Trust me, You'll be surprised at what you find.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Do you ever have that thing...

Am I the Only One #3 (I think)

Am I the Only One who gets this "corner of the eye" thing? Where, no matter what you are doing, the entire day, you keep glimpsing things out of the corner of your eye? And there's nothing there... It's just some weird shadowy thing going on and it keeps freaking you out?

AITOO? I probably am.

Something else that I'm pretty sure is just my own unique brand of weirdness ---?

Exhausted fidgety. That's my mood right now. I want nothing more then to just close my eyes and sllllllllllleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. But I'm having this weird wired kind of feeling too. It's like if I go to sleep, I don't know... I'm missing out on something (um.. Yeah. That's likely: I'm totally missing out on..... The mice crawling around somewhere in the house, or the absolute darkness that my room would be if I shut the computer off.) I can't explain this feeling very well (obviously): It's a CFIDS thing, I think... My body doesn't have the energy to do anything, but my brain is buzzing. As if sleep wasn't hard enough (Pass me another Neruontin, will ya?)

Alright... enough blathering for now.

Be back soon!

Friday, July 14, 2006

Naughty

I have been a piss-poor blogger this week. Suffice it to say, germs are not my friends.

However, today I am feeling a little more human, a little less sludge, so I do have some random thoughts I can share with you all:

First off, VH-1, in all it's Pop-culture, Clipshow goodness, is offering two fantastic opportunities to waste time: I love the 70s Volume 2 and The World Series of Pop Culture . Now, I love the 70s/80s/90s/60s as much as any other memorabilia obsessed, nostalgia happy freak, so I'm very glad for yet another helping of the decade in which I was alive for only 6 months, and yet still know way too much about. But this new show, this trivia World Series? I think VH-1 needs to seriously revamp it's audition process. Because many many many of the contestants should have been weeded out during earlier rounds. But I do love a game where I know every answer. (Except the stupid rap ones: I would need a teammate just for the rap ones.) Ah, Clip-show nirvana and a game show I can watch while in the midst of a fever high... VH-1, you are rocking this week. (P.S. does VH-1 actually play music anymore? Or is it like MTV, where there are no more music videos, only Laguna Beach and Road Rules?)

Next, I'd just like to mention that getting a family portrait taken, which seems like a good idea in the abstract, is NOT.

EVER.

PERIOD.


And also - SearsPortraitStudio? You may have totally duped me into paying your INSANEly high prices just this once, but now that I know you will put my pictures online? Never, ever again. (If I ever lose the rest of my marbles and decide to try this again, that is. Perhaps, when we're all grown. Oh crap, that's what this time was supposed to be.)

I think that's my random contribution to the blogosphere for today: Hope your weekend looks happy!

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Sign, Signs, Everywhere a sign





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Everywhere, that is, except in my pictures.

This week's theme turned out to be harder than I expected, mainly b/c my scanner decided to scan everything in black and white. Yipee.

So here's this week's picture (which looks cooler in color, but what are you gonna do?)

I took it during a freak very late winter (read March or April) blizzard here a few years back.


I though it was funny: the signs read Spring and Summer Streets, and we were supposed to be well into spring and on our way to summer, and instead had a foot or two of snow. The original is nice, in that, the blue of the signs is the only color. (I tried to fix it in paint, but, please, people... Paint? Is useless. BTW - I'd appreciate any tips on a good photo editing program to try: I had a trial of Photoshop, which I loved, but it is wicked expensive. Anything you guys use, and love, and doesn't cost as much as a good winter jacket?)

Just to show you how much snow we got in that one day, here's another picture from the same storm.




Happy week everybody!

Monday, July 03, 2006

Words I learned just by listening to Disney Music

My niece and nephew were over yesterday; Youngest Nephew was singing a pop song I've never heard before (this is not unusual: 1)I only listen to the radio when I'm in the car and 2) I almost never listen to current music). But then he popped up with the "artist:" "Oh, it's by the Pussycat Dolls." He's 6. And he knows who the Pussycat Dolls are. Also? He likes to sing this particular line from another recent song: "What cha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside my trunk?"

Umm... Wow?

When I was six, I had a little red tape to tape recorder. I carried it around with me most days, playing a book on tape (My favorite was Little Women , because the sound of that CRACK when Amy fell through the ice gave me chills) or the newest Disney soundtrack. I was supremely uninterested in the popular music of the day (a trend which continues 20 years later). And the things I learned from Disney songs? Well, I think they might have had just a little bit more value than wondering about Fergie's "lady lumps."

A partial list of words I remember encountering for the first time via Disney music:
(made possible because, even then, I was a word hog, and wrote them in my own dictionary as I came across them)

Enchanted & Hovering (Winnie the Pooh)

Majarajah & Suffragette (Mary Poppins) Although, to be fair, the line "though we adore men individually, we agree, as a group, they're rather stupid?" might not have set the best example.

Briny, Castaway & Barren (Bedknobs & Broomsticks)

Arpeggios (Aristocats)

Cad (Lady & the Tramp)

Nom de plume (Aladdin)

Expectorating (Beauty and the Beast)

And from my most often played soundtrack, circa 1984?


Riled from the Fabulous Disco Mickey album. Seriously people: Disco Mickey. My favorite, of course being, Macho Duck("oh he is a manly sensation").

"Oh good evening Mr. Duck."


So which is sadder? The fact that my nephew can sing A Black Eyed Peas song, or that I now have to go see if I can get Macho Duck for my media player?

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Huntin for Automobiles





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Searching for some caas (Hey, my brother literally parks his car in a Harvard yard (well, lot, anyways): we have no Rs here) to post. I don't know anything about cars. I know they go vroom (actually, they don't but that's what their supposed to sound like, I guess), and that they come in many different colors. Also, there are wheels - hopefully four. And perhaps an engine, or some sort of converter? & also... fan belts.

That is the sum total of my automotive knowledge.

My nephew, on the other hand, has been able to tell me the make of a car since he was two years old: "No, Auntie, that's not a Toyota... It's a Ford." or "Auntie NTE, if you look at the hubcaps you can tell the difference." (This is not true... I had to check the dictionary to make sure I was spelling hubcaps correctly: if I were to look at them, I would not be able to differentiate between specific kinds.)



And while I never had a toy car in my life, Youngest Nephew has enough to transport the entire population of his Little People village.



Since he used to get one everytime we went to the drugstore... I'm sure you can imagine how quickly he amassed a complete collection. Here's some of them close up:
















And here, he's trying to convince my Mum that he is ready for the real thing.


I mostly believe him... I think he could probably do it.

At least better than me.

Happy Week, Everybody!

Friday, June 30, 2006

June's Perfect Posts

A Perfect Post

This is my first month playing "Perfect Post" (through MommaK). I took it pretty seriously; everytime I read an exceptional post this month, it went into a special folder. Of course, that left me with a ton of posts to pick from this week.

I finally decided on WordGirl's post regarding world's sexiest men. I thought it was great: well written, funny, and true. And the pictures were enough to make you wish you'd forgotten to hit your biological clock's snooze button: Men with babies... Yummy. Congrats to WordGirl!!!

Here were a few of my runner's up:

Amalah's brave and honest post about some of the things nobody tells you about being somebody's mummy.

The Smartbitches take on some... less than fascinating comments about the differences between male and female readers.

Finslippy's horrid adventures in babysitting. (She certainly handled it a lot better than I would).

Miss Zoot who got me thinking about all the things I'm going to have to take back eventually.

Bonanza Jellybean's f_a_n_t_a_s_t_i_c, semi-political (lol) post winningly titledThe Sermon On Who You Should Mount .

And, just because it is my newest favority find, I'm going to stick WantNot in here. People, she is beyond fabulous. So far I have learned of a good place to buy printer ink for cheap, seen that there is such a thing as too much target (Check
this out), and wondered if maybe I don't need something else from Old Navy after all. And I've only been reading for about a week.

Thanks for stopping by... Hope you'll enjoy some of my picks.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

We're working!

There is gladness throughout the land, as my laptop seems completely healed after our little splashing incident. We've talked it through, and I've made promises (that I probably won't be able to keep) regarding food and beverages in our workspace; I feel we've reached an amiable agreement... Laptop will not fizz, click or stop randomly, and I won't feel the urge to throw up every time I turn on the screen. All sides are pleased.

And to celebrate lovely laptop's return to the land of the dry and working... a special treat (in the form of a long meme). About Books.

Lovely, fabulous books.

A book that scared you: Scariest book ever? It, Stephen King: Pennywise the clown, the blood coming out of the drain, the sewers, Henry Bowers talking to the moon. It's one of my all time top 10 books, probably because it still (after about 15 rereads) really scares me.

A book you loved in elementary school: I loved the Ramona books in elementary school, as well as the babysitter's Club books, the Bobsey twins, Nancy Drew, All of the Anne of Green Gables books. And my first "adult" book - Gone with the Wind, which I found utterly entrancing. I read it three times, back to back, the summer between fourth and fifth grades.

A book you loved in middle school: For me, middle school was all about "Are you there god, it's me Margaret?" I also kept a close watch on the Sweet Valley Twins, the R.L Stine Fear Street series, and all the Stephen King books I could get my hands on. As a special treat, I'm going to add any book read outloud by our 6th grade teacher after lunch: The Indian in the Cupboard, James and the Giant Peach, Where the Red Fern Grows, The Secret Garden --- oh the joy of the SECRET in the Secret Garden. And my teacher had the best voice, a perfect sense of pacing: she kept 26 twelve-year-olds quiet and in their seats for at least a half hour every day.

A book you loved in high school: Nothing that was required reading, that's for sure... Except for poetry: High School sucked the fun out of a lot of things for me, but it was where I fell in love with the rhythm of Emily Dickinson, Whitman, Rossetti, and really found out that poetry wasn't all stupid dead people talking about posies: Mary Oliver, anyone?

A book you hated in high school: Oh, my god: Can we talk about Ethan Frome, please? How godawful boring was this book? It was all dullness and snow and bleakness and limping. And the movie version? Just as bad. I h_a_t_e_d this book so passionately. It was just pointless: "Look how drab and horrid life can be!" Well, yippee: I'm in high school, you think I don't know this already? (and Things Fall Apart by Achebe ... I was so lost, I thought I must have gotten the title wrong: I spent an entire summer obsessing over the fact that I had read the wrong summer reading book... Because they couldn't actually have picked this, could they?)

A book you loved in college: Oh, college led to many book-related discoveries: The Queen of Romance, Nora Roberts - just excellent writing and great stories that I love infinitely: they have become comfort food for my soul. I kept up with Stephen King, all the way through, and his Insomnia is some beautiful writing, with an imaginative storyline. I finally had an excuse to indulge my children's book habit while I was in school, too, so I got caught up in the Harry Potter series, fell in love with the artwork in Jaime Lee Curtis' Today I Feel Silly, and remembered just how great Good Night Moon actually was.

Your favorite "coming-of -age" book - I suppose I should say, The Catcher in the Rye, but I mostly didn't really get that book: I figured it was a guy thing. Joy School, Elizabeth Berg; I cannot recommend her writing enough. She's fantastic, and Joy School may be her best work (to date).

A book that made you Laugh: Long list here - Lambby Christopher Moore; anything by Jennifer Cruisie or Dave Barry; A.J. Jacob's The Know it All.


A book that made you Cry: there's a lot: I remember the first time a book made me just bust out bawling - I picked up whatever book was next in the Little House on the Praire pack I had, and it started "Mary was blind." WTF?!?!? How did that happen? Mary was just fine when I left her at the end of the last book! I started crying so hard that my mother thought I was sick.

Once I calmed down, I was more angry than sad: does anybody else remember the computer game Oregon Trail? It was a staple in a lot of classrooms in the late 80's - We played it every week at "computer class" on our Apple IIGEs at my school. We thought it was the ultimate in gaming: it is, of course, hideously obsolete now. Anyways, my point (did you think I even had one?) was that Mary turning blind was similar to that game: Somewhere along the Oregon Trail, you'd start to run out of food or water, and the people in your wagon would start dying. "Pa has dysentery" "Joe has died" - it always seemed pretty random to me. You'd be called upon to write their three word tombstone, when they'd seemed just fine to clicks of the spacebar ago.

My Little House experience was the same way.

Others that I can't read without tissues include: Little Women, Pull of the Moon, I'll Love you Forever & You are My Miracle (Heck, sometimes I don't make it through the card aisle in the store without Kleenex... you're lucky I'm stopping here).


A book that disgusted you: You know, I should have a billion answers for this question, but I try to block bad books from my memory. I guess my most recent intensely disliked book would have to be from the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton. I know and like many people who LOVE this series, but it was really not for me.

Your favorite horror book: I mentioned this above, but It: The thing that grabbed me, as a ten year-old reading this book, was that King recognized that kids aren't stupid - in the book they are the only ones who really know what's going on. He saw that kids have power, and that evil targets them because of it.


Your Favorite Science Fiction book: I wonder what this genre consists of, really: the In Deaths by J.D. Robb are set in the future, they might count.


Your favorite poem/book of poems: I could never pick a favorite poem, and any collection I'd mention would have a variety of poets to choose from. Today's favorite poem might be from John Masefield:

An Epilogue

I have seen flowers come in stony places
And kind things done by men with ugly faces,
And the gold cup won by the worst horse at the races,
So I trust, too.



Your favorite biography: Tales from the Bed by Jennifer Estess. Reading other people's accounts of living with chronic illnesses is always a real double-edged sword for me: On the one hand it's such a reflection of what I am living through, it makes me feel less lonely; and on the other, it's so hard to be living it, to know that other people are suffering too. I found the Estess sisters' work both inspiring and challenging.

A book that challenged your imagination: The Harry Potter books. Yes, they're technically children's books, but I am telling you, people, these books are so rich and full, you won't even notice they're talking about teenagers. But they do have their own language: Muggles, Hufflepuff, and all that stuff. If you were out of practice reading about whole new worlds, these books really made you stretch.

A book that challenged your morals: Most of what I read in my ultra-Liberal school was challenging to the ideas of my family/parents. Since I had already decided that most of those ideas and opinions were wrong, I was perfectly happy to have other options. The names of most of these books are long gone, but I remember a lot of the content: mostly they covered all the inequities of our society. I just wish they'd have given me a better idea about what I was supposed to do to fix them.

A series that you love: I'm a bit of a series-holic, I'm afraid. Must buy's include the latest in the Stephanie Plum books by Janet Evanovich; in any of Nora Robert's series & her J.D. Robb's In Deaths; I loved the serialization of The Green Mile a few years back; obviously the Harry Potter series is also a favorite. My latest find is Eloisa James' Bridgerton series... must pick up Gregory's story ASAP.

Your favorite book not on this list: Some books that I didn't find a category for are America the Novel, by Jon Stewart et.al.; How to get your child to love reading by Esme Codell; & Cupcakes by the Cake Doctor ( I wish I could bake better, so? wanna make something of it???)

Books, my friends. Could there be anything better? (Like perhaps, a miraculous laptop??)

:)

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Things not to do

Commit to blogging more often, and then splash water on your laptop.

Water...
On.
My.
Laptop.


People?!?!?

This was Saturday: I immediately shut it down, called CompUSA.

(Thank God for tech people!!! )

Turn it over ("like a roof") and let it be for a few days.

I peeked at it yesterday, plugged it in for a few seconds:

It seems to be ok, but there was a little splash of water (inside) coming from the corner of the screen. I decided it needed a few more days: the waiting is driving me crazy (as is having to come all the way in here, and SIT UP while typing... not good for Flaring NTE).

Anyways... I know I promised. I keep my promises. Here is a post... there will be more this week if I have to .. well, IDK what I'd have to do. But they'll be here.

Poor little laptop... It was the tiniest... tiniest tiniest little splash.

It'll be fine.. must not obsess. Must post and then rest.

:) I'll be back :)

Saturday, June 24, 2006

L is for the way you Look at me... O is for the Only one I see....





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Had a little difficulty narrowing down my choices today: Love is so overwhelming, where to start? So, I went through some of my quotes, scrounged up some pictures, and this is what we've got to say about LOVE:




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Did you ever stick your arms out and spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like.
Practical Magic




That's my youngest sister: SisterK spinning around. There's something about that picture, how free she is, that just tugs at my heart.


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"Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words." - Unknown


A grainy picture of SisterS & SisterM hugging, somewhere around 1988. SisterM is a lot less affectionate now, and this picture reminds me of a time when she could show us how much she loved us. I wish it were this easy now.



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So how does it happen, great love? Nobody knows... but what I can tell you is that it happens in the blink of an eye. One moment you're enjoying your life, and the next you're wondering how you ever lived without them. Hitch


My grandparents at their 50th Wedding Anniversary (in 1989). I can't imagine loving someone for that long, through all the trials that 50 years would bring, but they always made it look easy. My grandfather died 8 years ago this week - my grandmother once told me that living without him was like living without a part of herself: She still wonders what he would do, still talks to him in her own way. I can only wish for a love that deep, that true.
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To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
David Viscott





Here's Youngest Nephew, about 7 months old, in the Fall of 2000. There's lots of times I'm not really sure what I'm doing with my life. But one thing I never doubt: Being an aunt is the most special thing I have ever done. I am helping to raise some beautiful people.


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"I love this spot, it's like heaven right here on earth, maybe that's what heaven is, maybe we go through life collecting people and places we love and they become in our heaven " Here on Earth.



My Dad and Oldest Nephew, Easter 1999.





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"To be alive was to live in such a way that you were both of these people: the comforted and the comforting, the loved and the loving, so that finally all you were, all that you had lived your life to become, the sum total of each sunrise and sunset you'd ever managed to witness was to love. To live was to receive love, and to give it away." Brett Lott



This is my Nana and Only Brother, Christmas Eve 1999. It's just a perfect moment: somehow the connection between them was captured by the camera.



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"You don't ever have to do anything sensational to love or to be loved."
Fred Rogers
Here's SisterJ (circa 1984) ending this whole thing with a big kiss for all of you!


Hope your week is happy... thanks for stopping by!!!

Monday, June 19, 2006

Let me explain something here

I am feeling.... Off.

It may be the fact that the air has turned to soup outside, necessitating the return of the dreaded air conditioners. I cannot breathe without the air conditioners, but I hate hate hate living with them. They are loud. Their droning makes it impossible to understand what anyone is saying if they are more than three steps away from you. We have to turn all the ringers back on the phones, making them loud enough to startle the sleeping baby (or the reading Auntie). And you have to close all the windows & doors (um... duh?), which makes me feel even more disconnected from the outside world.

It may be the fact that my stupid wheelchair broke - again. My chair is nine years old now: this fact depresses me immeasurably.

It was originally bought as a stopgap - a concession to my mother as I went away to college. I was firmly ensconced in my denial at the time: yes, I was crawling from room to room of the house. Yes, I was unable to walk three steps unassisted. Yes, I was frequently passing out and falling down. Yes, I had concussed myself more than once. No, that did not mean I would need a wheelchair to get around college. Why not? Because I did not want one. I honestly can't imagine what I thought I was going to do once I got to school, considering the fact that I couldn't even get out of the car on my own, but I was adamant: NO WHEELCHAIR! And then, my mum sat me down and pointed out all the things I already knew. She reminded me that I hadn't made it through high school without riding in an ambulance more than once (because of my falls), and wouldn't it be better to be the "girl in the wheelchair" than the "girl who crawls to the bathroom" or the "girl who we called the ambulance for again?" So I got a wheelchair.

And it has broken about 16 times in the past nine years (oh... There are stories there, M_A_N_Y stories... But, they're not today's). But does MassHealth (our state medicare, my only insurance) want to let me have a new one? No, they do not. Oh, they might wind up paying for it, but a prescription from my doctor? That's not enough. They need him to fill out this form, me to fill out that one. And the first 6 stores they told us accepted MassHealth? No longer do. The hospital supply store? Doesn't either. I could order it, and maybe, just maybe, this could take 6-8 weeks. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? I'm not quite sure, but you can bet that I thought twice before returning the wheelchair at Target the other day... then I figured I'd paid by check, and they'd be able to track me down.

It may be the fact that, since the baby was born, our whole schedule has been screwed up: Youngest nephew's Mum is on maternity leave, so we're no longer his primary afterschool care. But that doesn't mean they won't be over here: no, it just means we can't plan on him being here. They might decide to stop by, and stay till 9 at night. Or just pop in for dinner. Or a nap. I am a schedule type of girl (more out of necessity, really: I need to know when to conserve energy and when to use it up), this is really throwing me.

It may just be that I am, once again, fed up with myself. I'm sick of this whooole thing, and sometimes it just wears me out. I don't want to read, or eat, or watch t.v. - I want to be well (and thin). I want to go shopping and dancing or gambling or maybe be a contestant on Jeopardy (hell, if I'm skinny, I won't mind having my picture taken).

My horoscope said I would fall in love today "just for the fun of it."

I'm thinking it couldn't be more wrong.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Father's Day links

A while back, I started reading Kevin Smith's My Boring Ass Life. Being that his life is, of course, about a billion times more entertaining than mine, his writing is too. He talked about losing his dad in this post. It's a moving tribute to the kind of person his dad must have been (without venturing into the so-schmaltzy-this-person-can't-have-actually-existed territory).


Mom-101 brings us a Father's Day Reality Check. With her usual fine humor.

Over at Easy to be Hard (which is chock full of ... less than work acceptable... material) is this Groucho Marx Father's day song. Kudos to her, because I've been searching limewire for weeks, to no avail. Also, I don't know how to post music yet. So, go there instead.

And Townie Bastard
talks about one of my pet peeves - the lack of good Father's Day cards:
"The problem is, there are four kinds of cards that you can buy for your dad on Father's Day, his birthday, Christmas or whatever occasions. And these are the percentages of their availability.

1. A card with a fart joke involving your dad - 33%
2. A card with a golf joke involving your dad - 33%
3. A card about his inability/fixation with tools - 33%
4. Anything else - 1%"


Well, I got my dad one from the 1%, but still wasn't pleased with it. ("You could write a book about being a father/open/ And having pefect children") It's dumb, but my dad doesn't fish or golf; he's a fixer, but has no obsession with tools. My dad likes the Beatles; He's a fabulous cook; he has fixed the broken wheel of my wheelchair no less than 72 times. Where are the Beatles cards? The ones that don't make fun of his attempts in the kitchen? The heartfelt thanks cards? No such luck at Target yesterday.

Nobody in my family reads this blog - I like it that way, because then I can say what I want.

But if they did, I'd say thanks to my Dad.

Who I don't always get, but I know loves me.
Who didn't have to make this a family who doesn't really understand the significance of the word step- in relation to ourselves.
Who never said a bad word about my Daddy (especially since he had so much cause).
and Who I'll keep listening to, even when I know you're wrong.

And I'd say Happy Father's Day to Older Brother, who has impressed me no end with his ability to change. Who has never looked sweeter than when snuggling his baby girl. Who I only hope can remember how hard it was to be the older brother & help his son become the best.

And to my Daddy, Who I wish I didn't have to miss. Who has loyal friends. And who once showed me the zipper they put in his knee.

And to my grandfather, who called always called me his special girl.

(Sorry, I went into the schmaltz, didn't I? Oh well....)

Happy Father's Day, all!

Saturday, June 17, 2006

SPH: This time... with pictures!





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When I saw the theme for this week's photo hunt, I was... less than excited. Sports and I do not co-exist peacefully. Although, if I were going to be technical, it's more specifically sports equipment and I that have issues.

That's because I have some sort of magnetic force that pulls sports equipment towards me. Had someone been reporting the sports that were occuring in my family, the copy would resemble this:

"Yesterday's baseball game was called after the ball was hit straight into the face of first baseman NTE."

Or "The metal bat got away from Only Brother, and, to the awe of all, flew backwards and took NTE down at the knees."

"Family outing ends in stitches for NTE when basketball hoop crashes down on NTE."

"Tennis camp money returned as NTE sprains ankle on another player's volley."

"Although NTE wisely decided not to participate in the yesterday's badmitton game, this did not prevent tragedy: Even though she was sitting a good 15 feet from the main action, SisterJ's racket managed to fly out of her hand, hitting NTE in the face and leaving a horseshoe shaped bruise."

I had no luck when it came to sports: you name a piece of sports equipment, I can show you the scars or tell you about the size bruises it can produce. Basketballs, footballs, hockey pucks & sticks. Lacrosse sticks, bowling balls, croquet mallets, volleyball nets.

So I, understandably, shivered at the thought of having to find some sort of sports-related picture for this post.

I shouldn't have worried, though. There were plenty to choose from, as I am the only one in our family thus afflicted:

Here's Only Brother, circa 1987, playing catch. Catch was a game I never really understood the point of. Watching a ball get thrown back and forth... and back... and forth... was just about as boring a thing as I could imagine. Yet the men in my family still find it enthralling. I'd rather read a book.









And here's some t-ball playing at Youngest Nephew's 6th birthday, this May:






Here's my personal favorite --> Water balloon fights.




A game where the equipment is supposed to hit you?




I bet you can guess who usually wins at that~

Happy Saturday!

Monday, June 12, 2006

I give up

... trying to add pictures to Saturday's post, that is. The pictures will NOT be uploaded; Blogger says they are and then? No pictures. So... I'm just going to pretend that they were there and move on with my week. Thanks to everybody who kept checking back --- I might try to sneak them into another post, just to see if that works. But not today, as banging my head against that particular wall is not my idea of fun.

With a few, very random thoughts.

1) I think my eyelashes are falling out at an alarming rate. I can't think of a reason that this might be true (unlike the time I tried a new drug and all my eyebrows immediately fell out), but it's true nonetheless. Every two or three hours lately, I am having to fish another stray eyelash out of my eye, where it is floating, poking me at odd angles. So, if say one eyelash every three hours everyday for the past week or two that's (math... I hate math...) 168 eyelashes in the past week. How many eyelashes does a person have, anyways?

2) Youngest Nephew is still having a very hard time acclimating to his new big-brother status. I finished reading Siblings Without Rivalry,

and now have to figure out a way to make my brother and (soon-to-be)sister in law read it too. I suppose the hardest part is that he has turned into a real brat lately, when we are all so used to him being well-behaved. It's a hard change for us to deal with, as if this little whining monster has been lurking beneath the friendly exterior all along. And now has come for an extended visit.

3)I have about a billion things to do, and writing blog posts should not have been #1. But... at least I can cross it off my list now, right?

Saturday, June 10, 2006

Community = Games?





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This week's SPH turned out to be harder than I thought:

I was hoping to get out of the house and take some pictures of Prospect Hill Tower, which is were the first American flag was raised waaaay back in 1776:

January 1, 1776 is the date that made Prospect Hill famous. On this day, George Washington ordered that a new flag be raised on a 76-foot schooner mast placed on Prospect Hill. This "Grand Union Flag" was the first true American flag, representing the united colonies. It was raised with a salute of 13 guns and loud huzzahs by the soldiers. (from here)

Yeah, that didn't happen. But if you click the link, you can see it.
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So, instead, I had to rummage through older pictures, looking for something "community-ish" (I should copyright that). Here's what I came up with:


Community isn't just a place: It also means fellowship, sharing, group togetherness. And nothing brings my family closer than GAMES.



We are game freaks: We own at least 10 versions of Trivial Pursuit (I got 2 myself, for my birthday: SNL Trivial Pursuit & Book Lovers Trivial Pursuit). We rock at Pictionary, and have played Scattegories so often that we would pay BIG bucks for a new refill pack (attention Milton Bradley? Are you listening? NEW CARDS, Please!!!). A few of our newer obesessions are Loaded Questions and Clue Jr. (now that Youngest Nephew is old enough to play, we must start his indoctrination).

My favorite Uncle and his family lived in Virginia when I was younger. Every year, they would trek up here to visit. We spent an entire week playing games. I am not kidding: maybe, every now and then, we would stop to sleep. People would take little breaks to go get food, and then bring it back and we'd all eat. While playing. If we were in the car, on the way to somewhere, we played Uno. We carried TP cards in our pockets and asked questions at the park. Or in line at the movies. Or while pretending to go to sleep.

This is not to say that we are all good sports: the story of the Uncle who broke his pencil in half and then lobbed it at his partner in Pictionary is legend. Game boards have been tossed in the air, fist fights have broken out. Final outcomes debated for years after the actual game. Cheaters are NOT tolerated, and "helping" or "clues" are hit or miss - I personally hate them, other people, not so much.

In my family, the only time we are all together and DON'T attempt to get a game going is at weddings. And that's only because there are other people - those not related to us, and therefore without the obsessive game gene - there.

But my Mum will have some cards in her purse & I might have the portable cribbage board, so if you want to play a quick hand, you just let me know.

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ETA: This post has pictures, but blogger is not showing them. The status says they are "fixing" it... Hopefully they'll be up by the end of the day... So, please check back soon!

Sunday, June 04, 2006

It's my birthday....

So I'm going to post whatever I feel like (as if I don't do that everyday):

First off? A birthday meme -
Go to Wikipedia and look up your birth day (excluding the year). List three neat facts, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.

June 5th is the day that....


in 1829, the HMS Pickle captured the armed slave ship Voladora off the coast of Cuba. How funny is it that someone named their ship the PICKLE?


in 1968 U.S. presidential candidate Robert F. Kennedy was shot at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, California by Sirhan Sirhan. (He dies on June 6). I don't know why Bobby Kennedy's death makes me so sad ~ the idea of all that promise wasted, I suppose. Although I was years away from being born, it's one of those things you can't help but wonder about - how different would the world be if it hadn't happened?

and in 1977, the Apple II, the first practical personal computer, went on sale. People, do we remember the Apple II? We had an Apple II GE (We may actually still have it in the basement.) It was the same computer we had in school, and I was a wiz on this thing. I mean, anytime a teacher needed a banner printed: "NTE, go down to the computer lab and print me a 'Spring is blooming' banner." Hokey dokey. Since those printers were so unbelievably slow, printing out a banner would take at least an hour. An HOUR out of class, usually with a friend, sitting in the computer lab like we owned it. And let me just say two final words on this subject - OREGON TRAIL, baby! Oregon Trail

These lucky people share my birthday:

Fabulous children's author/illustrator Richard Scarry. (Remember Lowly Worm?) He turned 60 the day I was born.

Hello, Marky Mark. We share a birthday: 1971 - Mark Wahlberg, American singer and actor. You are only 8 years older than I am... plus you still have your Boston accent. We have so much in common.

And, since they can't all be good, in 1956 Kenny G, American saxophonist made his earthly debut. Don't blame me.

This less lucky person died on my birthday:

The Velvet Fog, Mel Torme died in 1999. I'm not the biggest jazz fan ( I like my songs sing-along-able), but he has some very nice standards. But mostly, I remember him b/c of Night Court.
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Here's some other tidbits I know about June 5th:

1) 6-5-79 was a Tuesday. In 1979, ABC's primetime lineup starred Laverne & Shirley . I was born to the sounds of: "There is nothing we won't try, never heard the word impossible, this time, there's no stopping us, we're gonna do it!" I suppose this a good theme song, but I'm having a hard time putting it into practice. (Plus, there is the possiblity that I was instead born to:"1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8 Schlameel, Schlamaazal Hassenpepper Incorporated," which is much less inspiring.)

2)This year, it's Whitmonday, which I've never heard of before, but apparently is Pentecost. Who knew?

3)It's World Enviorment Day, which is different from Earth Day how? But, hey, the earth and the environment can take as many days as they want.

4)Did you know that if it rains on the 5th of June, it means the blackberries will be small and full of seeds? I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing, as blackberries aren't exactly a staple of my diet, but it's drizzling here, so perhaps they may be medium sized?

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5)June 5th is also Gingerbread Day. This makes about zero sense to me, as the only time people even talk about gingerbread is around Christmas. If I wanted to make a gingerbread house today, I doubt I would be able to find anything at the store with which to make it. But if someone dropped some off, I doubt I woudl complain. ~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_

So that's what I know. It's my berf-day. I'm going to reallly attempt doing something fun. I hope you do too.... :)

Friday, June 02, 2006

Mirror Mirror...

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Today's theme is Mirror.

Yesterday was my youngest sister's (SisterK) Junior Prom.

Here's some shots of her make-up practice session with SisterJ










And she looked absolutely gorgeous last night...

(Side note here, people... when did pantyhose become unneccesary? Apparently no one wears them anymore? Not even to the Prom? :shrug:)

I hope she had a ball - & that all of you have weekends to match!



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Seperate side note - Speaking of mirrors, do you remember Poltergeist III? I watched it on cable last night, for the first time in quite a while. The whole Poltergeist trilogy scared the crap out of me: The tree coming through the window, the swimming pool full of skeletons, that scene with the tequila (from the first movie); Kane (from the second); and the all the mirrors in the third. In the third one the "They're Here" people try to get poor little Carol Anne through the mirrors. And the whole frickin building is mirrored: Mirrored hallways, elevators, bedrooms.

Now I figure mirrors are scary enough, without having to worry about whether or not I'd see this face behind me.

Anyway, I know it's pretty cheezy, but for some reason those Poltergeist movies still get me. And mirrors? Well, I"m totally staying away from them for now.

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