Archive for March, 2011


Starbucks New Logo

Late to the party, that’s me always.

This debate about the new logo was not something that overly concerned me, I am not really a big logo person, I mean I appreciate the importance of a logo, but I don’t get overly attached to them. To be truthful, I wasn’t even sure if they had switched yet because I hadn’t seen it. But here it is on a cup sleeve. I kind of like it, even though its green. The reason I hadn’t noticed it before is because I normally get my coffee in my personal cup. For a variety of reasons.

Besides my belief that it is better for the environment, it also doesn’t burn my hand to hold this cup when its filled with hot coffee and I get a 10¢ discount on my drinks. On a side note, it holds a tall size drink, and yes I have been charged for a grande at times and I like the color. I even have nail polish to match. Seriously, I do.

So, what do you think?

For me, a spring photo is either purple crocuses or a box of tissue. I decided that most people are probably tired of hearing about my allergies so I went with pretty purple flowers.

Enjoy. That’s all, says she.

Wearing of the GREEN

Is not part of the plan today. It never is, since I don’t observe holidays. And the more I don’t, the more I don’t like them.

Take today, St. Paddy’s Day or St. Patrick’s Day whatever you like to call it. What exactly is its purpose? Em says Irish Catholics make a huge deal of it. They go to church, they get together with the family, have dinner etc. Yet for the rest of people it is just an excuse to wear green, go to a parade, get totally wasted and bug me on the train. Well I suppose not all of them want to bug me on the train, but the girl who patted my breast? Yeah, that bugged me.

But seriously, does anyone really remember who St. Patrick was and what he did for the Irish people? Or what the legend says he did? I seem to recall a story about snakes. Is anyone else bothered by the fact that this supposedly historic and important act has been turned into a joke? An excuse to get drunk and be rowdy? Exactly how many of these people, wearing green, dying their mustaches and hair green or red, drinking beer, how many of them are really Irish? I’m not Irish, I’m Spanish and English, two nationalities not exactly known for good relations with the Irish. Another reason for me not to wear green, it would be hypocritical.

Not that I have anything against the Irish, this rant is not against them. Just against March 17.

That is all, she says.

Animation vs Animator

it’s like the toys, when you leave the room …..

Gerri and Laci

This is fiction, please do not steal it

Bob was a smart guy, always at the top of his class. He was now a detective, working in homicide with the best solve rate the department. He looked across the room at Gerri. Gerri’s rate was 2nd best, only because she got the toughest cases. Bob was smart, Gerri was brilliant. They were the only detectives working without a regular partner. Bob because his partner had just retired, Gerri because she was the only female and none of the male detectives could be in a car with her and not look at her legs and comment on them. That usually led to Gerri punching them in the face. Gerri was fidgeting at her desk, she kept glancing at the Lieutenant’s office, the Captain and he were having a long conference. Gerri wanted to be a fly on the wall in that office. She always had to know everything.

Crime scene photos were on Bob’s desk, a man named Lee Wheel had been murdered after the superbowl. Talk about injury and insult. The guy was a Steelers fan. First his team loses, then he gets attacked. The pictures seem to indicate robbery gone bad, but something doesn’t seem right. Bob gathered the pictures up and headed to Gerri’s desk.

Gerri looked up at him, “What’s up Boss?” Gerri had long dark lashes and delicate features. Perfectly applied make-up, manicured nails, heels and miniskirt was her usual look. A perp once laughed at her when she badged him. After she cuffed him and threw him in the back of a squad car, he stopped laughing.

“Take a look at this crime scene for me? Tell me what you think.” It wasn’t unusual for Bob and Gerri to confer with each other about their cases. Bob handed her the case file and Gerri scanned the photos quickly, “Looks like a pro job to me.” Bob noticed that Gerri paused at one photo, “Got the autopsy report?”

“Not yet,” Bob replied, watching Gerri study the photograph, it was of the bedroom window. It seemed to fascinate her. “A killer for hire? Are you sure? Someone you know?” Gerri jerked and looked at Bob, her mouth gaped, flustered she shoved the picture under the stack.

“No! Of course not! The Captain’s leaving, I gotta talk to Lou.” Gerri handed the file back to Bob and headed to the Lieutenant’s office. It was only later he realized that Gerri had kept the photo.

~~~~~~

Gerri sat in her apartment with the picture on the table in front of her. Part of her wanted to destroy the picture, another part of her wouldn’t let her tamper with evidence. Besides, it was a digital image, the department could always print more.

She had dialed her sister’s phone number a dozen times since she had got home with no answer. She had left a dozen voice mails. All asking Laci to call. Growing more frantic with each message.

She knows what had happened, she knows who, what she doesn’t know is why, why had her sister killed Lee Wheel? Last she knew, they loved each other. What had happened?

Three days and no posts from me. I am blaming it on the flu or a stomach bug, or whatever it is that is floating around the house making us sick. I tried hiding in the basement, the darn germs found me. When I got home from the city Monday, I was so sick I slept right through the stop. That has never happened before. NEVER. Then I started throwing up. So when Stitch asked, “So am I driving to New Hamburg?” The answer was no. I needed to go to Poughkeepsie cause I needed a bathroom so I could get cleaned up somewhat.

When I told Stitch what time, he said that is about how long it would take him to get there, so I just waited for the train and came home on it. The people working at the Poughkeepsie train station are icky. Not very nice at all.

Blogging was the last thing on my mind when I got home. I thought about it yesterday, but couldn’t come up with anything to say and so just didn’t write anything. So now I am behind. I am going to try posting two today, and two tomorrow.

I hope the post-a-day people don’t ban me from the clubhouse.

And the week ends

With me still sick, it is a full blown cold with stuffed up head, trouble breathing, aches etc. Except I have a slight fever, which is not normal with a cold. I am soldiering on though, being a little tough girl.

Today was pretty much the usual routine, church, lunch at Panera, taking care of garbage and oh yes, the continuing marathon of White Collar, courtesy of iTunes (and my Visa card).

Happiness and joy

“The boy is overcome with happiness and joy. He has his iPad2. He says it is all my fault so he keeps hugging me.”

Those were his exact words. Happiness and joy. His face has been a grin all day. All my fault. I told him, I just loaned you the money. “No,” he says. “You insisted we had to go to the Verizon store before we went to Connecticut.” That’s where the iPad2 was. Probably the only store in the Hudson Valley to have some. Now they have none. The boy has his, Gwen has his old one, and I have the satisfaction of knowing that for today, I have filled his life with happiness and joy.

Now that I have done that, I am unsure what I should be doing the rest of the day. I think I will relax with a book.

Expectations

When I get my hair done at a salon, which costs a lot of money and takes a lot of time, I have certain expectations. The first two being that it is not going to be cheap and it is going to take forever. I also expect that my hair is going to be shiny and pretty and look much better then when I color it myself in my bathroom. I expect the ends to be trimmed and even.

What I don’t expect is to end up with hair dye on my top. And yet, when I took my top off after getting home from the salon, and then tonight after soaking said top in detergent and water and then washing it in the new super duper high efficiency washer, that is exactly what I have on my pink “Five for Fighting” top. A small spot near the bottom that is indeed hair dye.

Not happy.

Questions

I have more questions then a kid. I think it’s because I’ve had more time to come up with them. My question today is when you are sick it is called being under the weather. Why is that? And what weather are you under? Are you under good weather or bad weather? I probably could find the answer if I googled, but I don’t feel like it.

Mainly because I am under the weather. It started as a sinus infection. Now the sinuses seem to be clearing up and I have a wicked sore throat and a tightness in my chest. A trip to the doctor is probably in order, except I want my sinus infection to be completely gone. If it’s not gone, my doctor is going to want to do another MRI. Something I do not want to do, I have all these earrings and they are a pain (one of them literally) to take out and put back in. So I am waiting.

On the bright side, it does give me something to blog about.