Saturday, January 31, 2004
::saturday funnies::
How to Bathe a Cat
a. Put both lids of the toilet up and add the required amount of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
b. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
c. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.
d. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.
e. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and "rinse."
f. Have someone open the door to the outside, be sure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door.
g. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.
h. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run outside where he will dry himself off.
i. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean! Always here to give you the best of tested advice in difficult times..
Sincerely,
The Dog
this week's entry comes from anne in california. yippee!!
How to Bathe a Cat
a. Put both lids of the toilet up and add the required amount of pet shampoo to the water in the bowl.
b. Pick up the cat and soothe him while you carry him towards the bathroom.
c. In one smooth movement, put the cat in the toilet and close both lids. You may need to stand on the lid.
d. The cat will self agitate and make ample suds. Never mind the noises that come from the toilet, the cat is actually enjoying this.
e. Flush the toilet three or four times. This provides a "power-wash" and "rinse."
f. Have someone open the door to the outside, be sure that there are no people between the toilet and the outside door.
g. Stand behind the toilet as far as you can, and quickly lift both lids.
h. The cat will rocket out of the toilet, and run outside where he will dry himself off.
i. Both the commode and the cat will be sparkling clean! Always here to give you the best of tested advice in difficult times..
Sincerely,
The Dog
this week's entry comes from anne in california. yippee!!
posted by sara at 5:00 PM
::1+1=2::
happiest anniversary...today marks 2 years since we exchanged vows, josh & i.
what do i say to this? it falls on a monday and we will both be working. i suppose not everyone takes the day off on their anniversary. me, i'm still considered to be within my 90 day probationary period at quelle new job, so i doubt i could arrange for the time off anyway. after super duper fabulous sushi at our new favorite restaurant that is 5 minutes from home, shomei in mission viejo off marguerite parkway, i'm not sure what more i could ask for on this anniversary weekend.
i feel like poetry, but it'll end up being terribly schmaltzy and may induce vomitting for certain readers, assuming there is more than one. thank you, josh, for your incredible awesome love & support. we're doing this! we're making it! that's awesome!
::do::
i went back in time recently. and someone else agreed with me: these are the hardest years! it's hootie & the blowfish, of all bands, that threw me for a loop. i actually find myself warming up to their reassuring crooning and cozy guitar tones are like a hug on a lonely night. a hug from my past.
it's as though i needed to reassure myself of my adequecy against a handful of poor decisions that continue to haunt me in the quiet moments i have with my cats, the laundry, and my enormous itunes library. i'm actually doing ok, despite self-criticism.
i thought i was going to write more tonight, but it's been quite a day & i'm suddenly less enthusiastic towards the prose.
happy birthday mom!
29 January 2004
::1000 beautiful things, annie lennox::
every day i write the list
of reasons why i still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
and even though it's hard to see
the glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
so... light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes
i thank you for the air to breathe
the heart to beat
the eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
and all the things that's been and done
the battle's won
the good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
so ...
here i go again
singin' by your window
pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find
the world was meant for you and me
to figure out our destiny
to live
to die
to breathe
to sleep
to try to make your life complete
so ...
light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
that is everything i have to say
(that's all I have to say)
...........................
per season's comment on the last post, i realize how reluctant i am to present my writings to the world. there is, firstly, an unnecessary fear of criticism, which is unavoidable. i intentionally placed the poem in italics in the desire to project a non-personal attachment to the emotions expressed. spurred on by a variety of goings on (notwithstanding my 27th birthday on the very near horizon and trying to come to grips with being a grown-up...another tale, will try to get to it later). i find that writing helps to capture my feelings into a specific mess of tangible words. and, that poem does contain a few glimpses of me, but i wouldn't know how to detach myself 100% from anything i write.
annie lennox said about her latest album, bare, that she chose the specific album artwork to represent her lyrics and music being laid bare before us. no softened emotions or fluff-work. this album is, plainly, a portfolio that very much represents her in a very personal, very transparent, manner. and it is so beautiful.
getting back to my point, when i make a decision to reveal myself in my writing, i understand exactly where i'm coming from. i understand the hidden meaning, and specifically write with the intention of projecting anonymity which will not reveal too much. yet, in my attempts to write prose or poetry, wanting to explore things that are beyond my personal experience, i find myself reluctant to share the writings because they are so personal to me. and also in my desire not to confuse my writing with who i am or what life is like for me right now. so, from now on, i either a-get over it, b-learn to write fantasy fiction that way it's clear that my writing is not about me, c- write a big disclaimer in front of any of my works explaining and dissecting the hidden meaning & what parts apply to me personally. in the name of all surveys, i strongly disagree with c. we will not be doing that. ...
...........................
::27 dots:: tonight a surprise dinner with patricia & will, who showed up at my work as i was finishing up for the day. i distinctly remember thinking, as i sat next to patricia, 2 things. First, we're sitting on barstools facing the patio/sidewalk outside of el champeon...is there some sort of privacy from the window which stretches beneath the bar? i have my legs crossed, but i am wearing a long skirt with a slit that goes above my left knee. i perceive no learing glances from the people at the table directly opposite us outside, so i feel comfortable & keep eating. fears disappear once we get outside: it is painted white. complete privacy. whew! second, as i look at patricia while we are talking, i notice her face, tan from her work outdoors with horses. and, she looks the same to me. the same as she did in high school. it is 9 years since we graduated and i still don't feel my age. i suppose that is good or bad, but i'm happy with where things are at. all i can think of is that i won't feel grown up until i'm 30. that is the magic age i am looking forward to. not quite sure what i expect to happen at that not too distant age. but i know josh & i will revisit the thought of having children as neither of us is really ready for that right now. we will have been married 5 years by then and known each other for 10 years, so it should be...what ever it will be. i won't venture to put any trust in the words on the tip of my tongue like "safe" or "better"... i don't believe there is a perfect time for children. it is a committement that far exceeds my comprehension. it is very different from marriage. it is a responsibility i am not yet prepared to accept. but, if anything should change, i trust God will provide the strength i need, we need, to be good parents. but, i'm just not ready for that. yet.
speaking of responsibility, i really must go grocery shopping! the milk expired a week ago!
every day i write the list
of reasons why i still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
and even though it's hard to see
the glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
so... light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes
i thank you for the air to breathe
the heart to beat
the eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
and all the things that's been and done
the battle's won
the good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
so ...
here i go again
singin' by your window
pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find
the world was meant for you and me
to figure out our destiny
to live
to die
to breathe
to sleep
to try to make your life complete
so ...
light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
that is everything i have to say
(that's all I have to say)
...........................
per season's comment on the last post, i realize how reluctant i am to present my writings to the world. there is, firstly, an unnecessary fear of criticism, which is unavoidable. i intentionally placed the poem in italics in the desire to project a non-personal attachment to the emotions expressed. spurred on by a variety of goings on (notwithstanding my 27th birthday on the very near horizon and trying to come to grips with being a grown-up...another tale, will try to get to it later). i find that writing helps to capture my feelings into a specific mess of tangible words. and, that poem does contain a few glimpses of me, but i wouldn't know how to detach myself 100% from anything i write.
annie lennox said about her latest album, bare, that she chose the specific album artwork to represent her lyrics and music being laid bare before us. no softened emotions or fluff-work. this album is, plainly, a portfolio that very much represents her in a very personal, very transparent, manner. and it is so beautiful.
getting back to my point, when i make a decision to reveal myself in my writing, i understand exactly where i'm coming from. i understand the hidden meaning, and specifically write with the intention of projecting anonymity which will not reveal too much. yet, in my attempts to write prose or poetry, wanting to explore things that are beyond my personal experience, i find myself reluctant to share the writings because they are so personal to me. and also in my desire not to confuse my writing with who i am or what life is like for me right now. so, from now on, i either a-get over it, b-learn to write fantasy fiction that way it's clear that my writing is not about me, c- write a big disclaimer in front of any of my works explaining and dissecting the hidden meaning & what parts apply to me personally. in the name of all surveys, i strongly disagree with c. we will not be doing that. ...
...........................
::27 dots:: tonight a surprise dinner with patricia & will, who showed up at my work as i was finishing up for the day. i distinctly remember thinking, as i sat next to patricia, 2 things. First, we're sitting on barstools facing the patio/sidewalk outside of el champeon...is there some sort of privacy from the window which stretches beneath the bar? i have my legs crossed, but i am wearing a long skirt with a slit that goes above my left knee. i perceive no learing glances from the people at the table directly opposite us outside, so i feel comfortable & keep eating. fears disappear once we get outside: it is painted white. complete privacy. whew! second, as i look at patricia while we are talking, i notice her face, tan from her work outdoors with horses. and, she looks the same to me. the same as she did in high school. it is 9 years since we graduated and i still don't feel my age. i suppose that is good or bad, but i'm happy with where things are at. all i can think of is that i won't feel grown up until i'm 30. that is the magic age i am looking forward to. not quite sure what i expect to happen at that not too distant age. but i know josh & i will revisit the thought of having children as neither of us is really ready for that right now. we will have been married 5 years by then and known each other for 10 years, so it should be...what ever it will be. i won't venture to put any trust in the words on the tip of my tongue like "safe" or "better"... i don't believe there is a perfect time for children. it is a committement that far exceeds my comprehension. it is very different from marriage. it is a responsibility i am not yet prepared to accept. but, if anything should change, i trust God will provide the strength i need, we need, to be good parents. but, i'm just not ready for that. yet.
speaking of responsibility, i really must go grocery shopping! the milk expired a week ago!
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 8:20:55 PM
27 January 2004
::forgiveness::
it comes slowly
but expected or unexpected
she waits
like a dam at capacity
the music hums in her ears
she breaks down
she couldn't wait any longer
the unfortunate consequences
her poor decisions unfold
she takes action
drastic and untamed
falls on her knees
asks for the strength
to put into action what she believes
it's more than time to do
she's moving on
others have done so long ago
it seems to her
breathing deep
listening to ticking clocks
not quite so sad as before
she feels God's strength fill her up
and a quiet, sad smile breaks upon her face
it comes slowly
but expected or unexpected
she waits
like a dam at capacity
the music hums in her ears
she breaks down
she couldn't wait any longer
the unfortunate consequences
her poor decisions unfold
she takes action
drastic and untamed
falls on her knees
asks for the strength
to put into action what she believes
it's more than time to do
she's moving on
others have done so long ago
it seems to her
breathing deep
listening to ticking clocks
not quite so sad as before
she feels God's strength fill her up
and a quiet, sad smile breaks upon her face
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 7:45:22 PM
26 January 2004
::attack of the clones::
suspicious files are finding there way into my inbox, to my personal email. unknown email addresses with attachments and subject lines reading "hi" and "test". i am all too familiar with these tell-tale signs of a virus that wants to invade my system. mr. norton-anti-virus is taking a peek at things right now and we'll see what he says. in the meantime, if i get many more of these (i've seen 3 suspicious files today), i may very well change my email address. you see, this crazy insane part of me things this may be an attack on me personally based on the sender's address. though different for each email, it is eerily familiar with said former workplace.
i suppose there COULD be another reason...
suspicious files are finding there way into my inbox, to my personal email. unknown email addresses with attachments and subject lines reading "hi" and "test". i am all too familiar with these tell-tale signs of a virus that wants to invade my system. mr. norton-anti-virus is taking a peek at things right now and we'll see what he says. in the meantime, if i get many more of these (i've seen 3 suspicious files today), i may very well change my email address. you see, this crazy insane part of me things this may be an attack on me personally based on the sender's address. though different for each email, it is eerily familiar with said former workplace.
i suppose there COULD be another reason...
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 7:56:33 PM
::1+1=2::
happiest anniversary...today marks 2 years since we exchanged vows, josh & i.
what do i say to this? it falls on a monday and we will both be working. i suppose not everyone takes the day off on their anniversary. me, i'm still considered to be within my 90 day probationary period at quelle new job, so i doubt i could arrange for the time off anyway. after super duper fabulous sushi at our new favorite restaurant that is 5 minutes from home, shomei in mission viejo off marguerite parkway, i'm not sure what more i could ask for on this anniversary weekend.
i feel like poetry, but it'll end up being terribly schmaltzy and may induce vomitting for certain readers, assuming there is more than one. thank you, josh, for your incredible awesome love & support. we're doing this! we're making it! that's awesome!
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 12:09:44 AM
25 January 2004
::the scientist, coldplay::
come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry
you don't know how lovely you are
i had to find you, tell you i need you
and tell you i set you apart
tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
oh lets go back to the start
running in circles, coming in tails
heads on a science apart
nobody said it was easy
it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard
oh take me back to the start
i was just guessing at numbers and fingers
pulling the puzzles apart
questions of science, science and progress
do not speak as loud as my heart
and tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
oh and I rush to the start
running in circles, chasing tails
coming back as we are
nobody said it was easy
oh it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be so hard
i'm going back to the start
(such a hauntingly beautiful song...)
come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry
you don't know how lovely you are
i had to find you, tell you i need you
and tell you i set you apart
tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
oh lets go back to the start
running in circles, coming in tails
heads on a science apart
nobody said it was easy
it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be this hard
oh take me back to the start
i was just guessing at numbers and fingers
pulling the puzzles apart
questions of science, science and progress
do not speak as loud as my heart
and tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
oh and I rush to the start
running in circles, chasing tails
coming back as we are
nobody said it was easy
oh it's such a shame for us to part
nobody said it was easy
no one ever said it would be so hard
i'm going back to the start
(such a hauntingly beautiful song...)
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 9:27:28 AM
21 January 2004
::i believe...::
i might order a pizza tonight. or go to bed. i'm tired. laundry begs to differ with my enthusiasm tonight and the memory of josh going to work in leftovers (the clothes that haven't been thrown into the wash but definitely should be) has me searching for some energy in my body that i don't know about. if i can only find the right song....
monday was quite a day! amidst time with friends during the day came the unavoidable trip to former employer to return something to former coworker, now friend. i called all the extensions i could think of before making my appearance to save a very embarrassing run in with former bosses. though i'm trying to find...whatever...in the unfortunate events that led me to be blacklisted in their database, i'm sure they have their choice words for me and would rather i not associate with anyone there anymore. so, the coast was clear and i popped in for a brief moment. and it is amazing what control your feelings have over your entire body. my hands turned cold and clammy and my anxiety peaked as i pulled in the all too familiar driveway. a familiar face greeted me in the parking lot & i began to feel at ease. but never completely. even this post...how utterly un-anything it is. no names. no one to blame. no information. suffice to say that my visit was followed by a pit stop @ josh's office & it nearly felt as though i had worked there as my days typically progressed in such fashion back in the day. not much has changed....?
told my sis about the site, too. thought she knew about it, but apparently not. hi, heather! are you reading this? lol. i'm going to get myself into trouble....
haiku.....
dirty laundry calls
what am i going to do now
blog eat wash dry sleep
i might order a pizza tonight. or go to bed. i'm tired. laundry begs to differ with my enthusiasm tonight and the memory of josh going to work in leftovers (the clothes that haven't been thrown into the wash but definitely should be) has me searching for some energy in my body that i don't know about. if i can only find the right song....
monday was quite a day! amidst time with friends during the day came the unavoidable trip to former employer to return something to former coworker, now friend. i called all the extensions i could think of before making my appearance to save a very embarrassing run in with former bosses. though i'm trying to find...whatever...in the unfortunate events that led me to be blacklisted in their database, i'm sure they have their choice words for me and would rather i not associate with anyone there anymore. so, the coast was clear and i popped in for a brief moment. and it is amazing what control your feelings have over your entire body. my hands turned cold and clammy and my anxiety peaked as i pulled in the all too familiar driveway. a familiar face greeted me in the parking lot & i began to feel at ease. but never completely. even this post...how utterly un-anything it is. no names. no one to blame. no information. suffice to say that my visit was followed by a pit stop @ josh's office & it nearly felt as though i had worked there as my days typically progressed in such fashion back in the day. not much has changed....?
told my sis about the site, too. thought she knew about it, but apparently not. hi, heather! are you reading this? lol. i'm going to get myself into trouble....
haiku.....
dirty laundry calls
what am i going to do now
blog eat wash dry sleep
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 8:36:14 PM
20 January 2004
::neo::
yes yes. it's official. i scored higher in sutek's tomb than ever before. 8,461 points. read it and weep, mom.
i am so pathetic.
go neopets!
yes yes. it's official. i scored higher in sutek's tomb than ever before. 8,461 points. read it and weep, mom.
i am so pathetic.
go neopets!
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 8:22:54 PM
19 January 2004
::music::
...drives me insane. it is unlike any other catalyst for my thoughts. it can calm my nerves, or spur me on to create mini masterpieces of poetry. i don't say prose because it seems as though there is little that drives me to write a story. it is too large an undertaking. though, perhaps once i make it through the lord of the rings i will feel differently about the task.
how do i translate the feelings into words? music transcends my known vocabulary in such varying degrees as to create a void of speech. mouth open. eyes shut. ears intent on the sounds which hit me in waves, bowling me over with their own independent lives.
eg. lisa gerrard's soundtrack to the maori film, the whalerider. crossing paths with an incredible stay in new zealand, i feel a bond with the film & its music as i courses through my veins. i see the beauty of the film and the haunting melodies.... and i stop. reread. all words seem insufficient. barely touching on the effect the music has on me. i am so affected by it as to just stop and listen in rapt amazement.
eg. bic runga's beautiful collision, beginning with this song. i'm in wellington again. and, it's wonderful. josh and i are at a b&b; and though the wind is gusting outside, we have retired to our room with the white sheets and the bizarre picture of a giant cat on the beach which hangs in the room beside our bed. we have an amazing view. this album is quietly playing in the background as we ready for sleep. we have just dined at the white house, which was exquisite. music is a reminder, for good or bad, of my personal experiences. it bookmarks events in my life and i appreciate all the associates, for better or for worse.
music is part of my life & i would not have it any other way.
...drives me insane. it is unlike any other catalyst for my thoughts. it can calm my nerves, or spur me on to create mini masterpieces of poetry. i don't say prose because it seems as though there is little that drives me to write a story. it is too large an undertaking. though, perhaps once i make it through the lord of the rings i will feel differently about the task.
how do i translate the feelings into words? music transcends my known vocabulary in such varying degrees as to create a void of speech. mouth open. eyes shut. ears intent on the sounds which hit me in waves, bowling me over with their own independent lives.
eg. lisa gerrard's soundtrack to the maori film, the whalerider. crossing paths with an incredible stay in new zealand, i feel a bond with the film & its music as i courses through my veins. i see the beauty of the film and the haunting melodies.... and i stop. reread. all words seem insufficient. barely touching on the effect the music has on me. i am so affected by it as to just stop and listen in rapt amazement.
eg. bic runga's beautiful collision, beginning with this song. i'm in wellington again. and, it's wonderful. josh and i are at a b&b; and though the wind is gusting outside, we have retired to our room with the white sheets and the bizarre picture of a giant cat on the beach which hangs in the room beside our bed. we have an amazing view. this album is quietly playing in the background as we ready for sleep. we have just dined at the white house, which was exquisite. music is a reminder, for good or bad, of my personal experiences. it bookmarks events in my life and i appreciate all the associates, for better or for worse.
music is part of my life & i would not have it any other way.
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 7:59:49 PM
::do::
i went back in time recently. and someone else agreed with me: these are the hardest years! it's hootie & the blowfish, of all bands, that threw me for a loop. i actually find myself warming up to their reassuring crooning and cozy guitar tones are like a hug on a lonely night. a hug from my past.
it's as though i needed to reassure myself of my adequecy against a handful of poor decisions that continue to haunt me in the quiet moments i have with my cats, the laundry, and my enormous itunes library. i'm actually doing ok, despite self-criticism.
i thought i was going to write more tonight, but it's been quite a day & i'm suddenly less enthusiastic towards the prose.
happy birthday mom!
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 7:29:56 PM
09 January 2004
::my gal friday::
pushing off the minutes, i try to work as much as possible this morning before going to work. after these precious a.m. hours have passed, i will find myself without much of a life until late saturday afternoon. the culprit: traffic school. yep. that new car of mine has a gas pedal and rides smooth as silk on the 55 just off of triangle square. and work frustrations had me fuming on my lunch hour. speeding is no answer to that problem, as i swiftly learned on that fateful lunch hour. so i don't work there anymore. it's as simple as that.
tonight we have meeting #2 with our landscaper. i still find myself wondering if i am old enough to be doing this stuff. if the wrinkles pressing themselves into my forehead are any indication, i would say yes. however, i still don't feel that way. and i'll be 27 in a few short weeks. the whole age thing is just bizarre in my mind, considering that so much happens to a person in their twenties. this decade is a big & sometimes confusing one, echoing the thoughts of high school and dorm life (which i never experienced, only tasted) over careers and, for some, marriage. it's a big deal. i would definitely define it as the rockiest. yes, even over the teen years. trapped between maturity & just wishing someone else would take the burden of these hefty decisions off my back. it's been a decade of many firsts (hee hee--i'm talking like i'm thirty!). most of which have me thinking "next time i do that, i'll do it differently".
in the end though, these few precious morning hours i have left today are indicative of just how far i've come. my husband is readying for work upstairs. we spent the morning reviewing landscape drawings and tossing ideas back and forth. we wished for coffee, but there is no half & half in the house so starbucks christmas blend sits, lonely & unground, in the cupboard. the cats have been fed. the trash can still needs to be brought in from yesterday. the christmas decorations are jockeying for position in various boxes. i am contemplating how to go about writing a book. and thinking of the new year's resolutions i have yet to begin living. it's only a shadow of what's ahead.
pushing off the minutes, i try to work as much as possible this morning before going to work. after these precious a.m. hours have passed, i will find myself without much of a life until late saturday afternoon. the culprit: traffic school. yep. that new car of mine has a gas pedal and rides smooth as silk on the 55 just off of triangle square. and work frustrations had me fuming on my lunch hour. speeding is no answer to that problem, as i swiftly learned on that fateful lunch hour. so i don't work there anymore. it's as simple as that.
tonight we have meeting #2 with our landscaper. i still find myself wondering if i am old enough to be doing this stuff. if the wrinkles pressing themselves into my forehead are any indication, i would say yes. however, i still don't feel that way. and i'll be 27 in a few short weeks. the whole age thing is just bizarre in my mind, considering that so much happens to a person in their twenties. this decade is a big & sometimes confusing one, echoing the thoughts of high school and dorm life (which i never experienced, only tasted) over careers and, for some, marriage. it's a big deal. i would definitely define it as the rockiest. yes, even over the teen years. trapped between maturity & just wishing someone else would take the burden of these hefty decisions off my back. it's been a decade of many firsts (hee hee--i'm talking like i'm thirty!). most of which have me thinking "next time i do that, i'll do it differently".
in the end though, these few precious morning hours i have left today are indicative of just how far i've come. my husband is readying for work upstairs. we spent the morning reviewing landscape drawings and tossing ideas back and forth. we wished for coffee, but there is no half & half in the house so starbucks christmas blend sits, lonely & unground, in the cupboard. the cats have been fed. the trash can still needs to be brought in from yesterday. the christmas decorations are jockeying for position in various boxes. i am contemplating how to go about writing a book. and thinking of the new year's resolutions i have yet to begin living. it's only a shadow of what's ahead.
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 8:49:56 AM
08 January 2004
::ibook::
blogging from my ibook tonight is a different experience (because of the interface). we came home from sushi laguna (in the words of homer simpson, ummmm...su--shi) and shortly thereafter, mango let out an awful howl from the far reaches of our bedroom. monty's tail puffed out 5x the normal size and then came the pitiful sounds of something hurking in the darkness. poor mango! poor me! what a mess. and, i am a sympathetic puker who came mildly close to the dry heaves. not nearly as close as that one episode of fear factor i caught josh tuning into. urgh! reindeer testicles? 100 year old egg nog? what on earth???!
on that note, i'll leave you to happier thoughts....
blogging from my ibook tonight is a different experience (because of the interface). we came home from sushi laguna (in the words of homer simpson, ummmm...su--shi) and shortly thereafter, mango let out an awful howl from the far reaches of our bedroom. monty's tail puffed out 5x the normal size and then came the pitiful sounds of something hurking in the darkness. poor mango! poor me! what a mess. and, i am a sympathetic puker who came mildly close to the dry heaves. not nearly as close as that one episode of fear factor i caught josh tuning into. urgh! reindeer testicles? 100 year old egg nog? what on earth???!
on that note, i'll leave you to happier thoughts....
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 9:58:26 PM
05 January 2004
::she's gonna take over the world::
i am just way too excited about this. just a few minute's walk and i could be at work. in a traditional bank branch. woo hoo! don't get me wrong: i love, nay, adore those i work with in san juan capistrano. i have never been so stress free in my entire life. but, this is an opportunity that i know won't happen too often: my chance to be the part of a bank branch opening. the uncertainty, the doubt, lies in who i will be working with. that is the only thing that would stop me. but, not knowing, i'd have to say there isn't a lot of other things. and, if i was really unhappy with who i was working with, i could transfer in 6 months. it's virtually risk free. i think it'll probably be a disappointment to those i'm working with now--they have been more than wonderful to me. hopefully they will understand. hopefully it will take at least another 4 months to complete construction....
tick, tock
i am just way too excited about this. just a few minute's walk and i could be at work. in a traditional bank branch. woo hoo! don't get me wrong: i love, nay, adore those i work with in san juan capistrano. i have never been so stress free in my entire life. but, this is an opportunity that i know won't happen too often: my chance to be the part of a bank branch opening. the uncertainty, the doubt, lies in who i will be working with. that is the only thing that would stop me. but, not knowing, i'd have to say there isn't a lot of other things. and, if i was really unhappy with who i was working with, i could transfer in 6 months. it's virtually risk free. i think it'll probably be a disappointment to those i'm working with now--they have been more than wonderful to me. hopefully they will understand. hopefully it will take at least another 4 months to complete construction....
tick, tock
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 6:16:47 PM
04 January 2004
::all good things MUST end?::
mom & dad left today. they have been in town since the week before christmas and it is sad to see them go. there has been a certain amount of unexpected family drama, which is frustrating. i don't feel up to going into more detail than that. plus, this site gets a certain level of publicity (ha ha ha) and i need to focus on creating goodwill towards men rather than creating new enemies for expressing my feelings online. besides, i'm trying to remain outside the fray, and i aim to stay true to other's privacy & feelings.
it's that time of year again: time to figure out when & where we'll take our vacation this year. after some much needed rest, i will cruise the internet for the best deals on some of our choice destinations. we'll see what turns up....
i am exhausted from this cold, and will leave my reader(s) at that ;)
mom & dad left today. they have been in town since the week before christmas and it is sad to see them go. there has been a certain amount of unexpected family drama, which is frustrating. i don't feel up to going into more detail than that. plus, this site gets a certain level of publicity (ha ha ha) and i need to focus on creating goodwill towards men rather than creating new enemies for expressing my feelings online. besides, i'm trying to remain outside the fray, and i aim to stay true to other's privacy & feelings.
it's that time of year again: time to figure out when & where we'll take our vacation this year. after some much needed rest, i will cruise the internet for the best deals on some of our choice destinations. we'll see what turns up....
i am exhausted from this cold, and will leave my reader(s) at that ;)
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 12:08:54 PM
01 January 2004
::oregon trail::
do you remember playing the oregon trail when you were in elementary school or junior high? well, i happened upon a copy at staples in the clearance section & i couldn't resist. as i sit here, new year's day, still in my pajamas, i recall the simple pleasures of those days as i played my first computer game on those apple ii e's in the freezing cold computer lab, in a portable classroom. humm. there was a certain smell, forever impressed upon my brain, as i walked into the classroom. the smell was of...plastic? hard drives cooking in the air conditioned learning box? well, floppy disks were still floppy. and life was just a little bit simpler. i wonder if this game for ages 9 & up will kill my brain cells or cause me to revert back to childish behavior. ha ha ha. it's possible! this game i purchased is the 5th edition (only five editions? this has been around for over 15 years!!!) certainly not the same game of my childhood.
hardware requirements include:
pentium 166MHz+
windows 95 or up
120 MB hard disk space free
32 MB RAM
8x-speed cd-rom
16-bit color monitor
this is not the same game of my childhood. and for that, i have had this for a month & not the guts to explore my fears. for all of you that remember this game, you'll have to come over & check it out. it could just be... the last edition. the last copy left on earth.
bwah hah hah!
do you remember playing the oregon trail when you were in elementary school or junior high? well, i happened upon a copy at staples in the clearance section & i couldn't resist. as i sit here, new year's day, still in my pajamas, i recall the simple pleasures of those days as i played my first computer game on those apple ii e's in the freezing cold computer lab, in a portable classroom. humm. there was a certain smell, forever impressed upon my brain, as i walked into the classroom. the smell was of...plastic? hard drives cooking in the air conditioned learning box? well, floppy disks were still floppy. and life was just a little bit simpler. i wonder if this game for ages 9 & up will kill my brain cells or cause me to revert back to childish behavior. ha ha ha. it's possible! this game i purchased is the 5th edition (only five editions? this has been around for over 15 years!!!) certainly not the same game of my childhood.
hardware requirements include:
pentium 166MHz+
windows 95 or up
120 MB hard disk space free
32 MB RAM
8x-speed cd-rom
16-bit color monitor
this is not the same game of my childhood. and for that, i have had this for a month & not the guts to explore my fears. for all of you that remember this game, you'll have to come over & check it out. it could just be... the last edition. the last copy left on earth.
bwah hah hah!
posted by ::furiousmuse:: at 8:48:41 AM