Category: Miscellanea


Wondering about 25 or 6 to 4

It is a time, he is staying up all night trying to write a song. Now that I have that figured out, I can go on to other important things. Like what is a terrazzo floor? I mean, I know that is the type of floor in GCT, because they have signs up saying they are fixing it, but what is it? And, does the gnat know that if he sits on the edge of my papers I can’t kill him, or does he just like the way they feel on his little bug feet? Those are the kind of things I want to know.

:-*

I saw a woman walking down the street, she was wearing head to toe pink, not just any pink, that lovely shade known as Pepto-Bismol pink (shudder). She was crossing the street next to the park, and I am serious about the head to toe, she had top and a skirt and the skirt went to her ankles, all pink. And did I tell you someone is feeding a dog at the Peekskill train station? It’s true, I saw someone doing it one day, and just this morning I saw the bowls in the gap in the fence. If I get the 6:44 home, I will take a pic for you.

I did not catch the 4:44. I don’t know why I said 6:44 this morning. I had to move my key rings, I was running out of space where they were. Right now I need to eat something and go to Allsport and get a key copied and then I will be back.

Home now and I sprayed my hair with that color stuff and it smells funny. Since this is the last day of the month it is the day I throw away my contacts and put new ones in in the morning. Tomorrow is also the day I start with my new planner for writing my food. It seems like a great idea to me. We will see if it works. Well I will be back tomorrow.

Saturday

and last night I stayed up way to late. I woke up at 9:00, so no Bible Study. Gwen woke me up at 11:00. When I came upstairs, she wanted to go driving. So we went to where I could get coffee, then to get a bagel, then came back home and I let her drive to Ron’s. Then around the park, then I had her pull into the parking lot, into a space and I drove home. When we got home, she went inside and I stayed outside on the swing, just enjoying the air and the feel of the grass blades tickling the bottom of my feet, and she came back outside, which I didn’t want. Then to make things worse, she thumped on the seat and knocked my cup off onto the ground. When I asked her why she thumped on the seat she said, ‘I forgot it moves.’

We were just sitting there, I wasn’t enjoying myself as much, but it was alright. Chucky poked his head out of the foundation for the old shed, I was just about to get a nice picture, when Stitch came outside and scared him back inside. So this is the picture I got. You can kind of see him but it is not as good as the picture I would have got if he hadn’t moved. So then Stitch sat on the swing. Might as well, I had completely forgotten about whatever it was I was thinking about before Gwen came outside. Stitch asked about using my car to go to Bs for more tutoring. B is studying to get his GED. This is good practice for Stitch. He said they were going to work on fractions.

There are 3 kittens living under our deck. Wee little things. While we were on the swing we heard a noise in the strawberry/raspberry patch next to our deck. The kittens were playing in there. Gwen has named them, Sherbet is the lightest colored one, the other two are almost identical, so I suggested Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum, Dee and Dum for short. Stitch and M liked those names better then the Socks and Stockings that Gwen had thought up for them. I managed to get this picture with my cell phone, then I cropped it on my computer. They look like mini Butterscotches, but of course they are not his kittens. He never goes outside and he can’t be a father cat if he did.

Stitch ended up taking my car since M and Fred got back from Ikea and M said she was going to the grocery store and I wanted to go with her. I needed to get cat litter though, so I told him not to be too late. Gwen wanted a new lamp, so I told Stitch be back between 5;30 and 6:00 pm. M and I had Lemon Drop Martinis, after which I went downstairs, Stitch came home, Gwen and I left for (in order) Petco, Lowes and Target. When we left, Tigger was sending text messages to M that he got stung by a wasp on his nose. Incidentally, Stitch didn’t get home by 6:00, not that I said anything since I had fallen asleep. When I got home, D was putting together what M had bought at Ikea and as I was eating dinner she asked me if I would take Tigger to Ron’s because of his bad day. So I did, but because this was my third trip to Ron’s, I didn’t get ice cream.

Finally

I put a book in a bag to bring to work to read & what am i doing? Sending e-mails to my blog, why you ask?, because it is more fun! I have an idea about something to do with this i will get back to you. The book i brought is No Regrets by Ann Rule. I am going to start reading now.

I was going to stop at the park to do this but it looks like rain so i decided to stop at the coffee shop. I do have to go soon because I need to pee and get back to work. Someday I need to fill in the blanks from our nightmare flight home but can’t right now, so I will say ttfn and bbl

It just started raining as i walked across the parking lot
>^. .^<

The park

Just taking a minute before I eat to say hi. Read some interesting articles in the Times, one was about how bad flip-flops are for your feet and the other one said that the video that shows cell phones popping popcorn is a hoax. I took this picture on the way to the 7 train. Tigger and I were sending silly e-mails to each other. So I snapped this and sent it to him. Then I thought I would share with all of you here. We got a swing for the backyard, you know one of those big ones with a shade over it for you to sit in and sip margaritas and listen to music. It needs to be put together.

The Other Stall- CUTE

The Other Stall
This could happen to you! I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying:
‘Hi, how are you?’
I’m not the type to start a conversation in the restroom. I don’t know what got into me, but I answered, somewhat embarrassed,
‘Doin’ just fine!’
And the other person says:
‘So what are you up to?’
What kind of question is that? At that point, I’m thinking this is too bizarre so I say:
‘Uhhh, I’m like you, just sitting here.’
At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question:
‘Can I come over?’
Ok,this question is just too weird for me.I figured I could politely end the conversation.I say:
‘No……I’m a little busy right now!!!’
Then I hear the person say, nervously:
‘Listen, I’ll have to call you back. There’s an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!’

 

So anyway

I was late yesterday & the day before. Not late to work, late to the train station & missed the early train. So I decided that this morning I was going to get up when I first woke up. There were so many things I could do first thing in the morning. Check my bank balance, see how much my paycheck was, go on WW and start a message thread. I woke up at 4 something, decided I could wait until my alarm went off. Well, I finally got out of bed at 5:45. Made my train, but didn’t get to go online or even do anything but get dressed.

On another subject, I started another Peter Robinson book this one deals with the issue of Neo-Nazism in Britain. I find it mildly ironic that I started this book the same week as the 3 detectives that shot S. Bell were found not-guilty.

Tonight I am going to bed earlier than usual. I am not staying up to watch Murder One on Hulu.com even though I am now addicted. Keep telling myself, I can watch it anytime, it is online!

Book Review

I finished Innocent Graves, and now I am going to try to write a review. I am not posting anything more on yesterdays post, I can’t remember what I was going to say.


In this installment in the series, we meet Jeremiah (Jimmy) Riddle, a pain in Bank’s neck. This novel is different from the other books in that we go through the court process, and the suspect is found not guilty. As it turns out, he didn’t do it, but his life is ruined (because people think he did it and just got off) and he tries to kill the person he feels is responsible for it. It is sort of like an episode of CSI that just aired. The characters are carefully written is the phrase I have read in other reviews, and they seem to grow as the series progresses. I am trying not to include any facts that I learned because I read 3 books out of order. But in the next book, I think is Susan Gay’s last because I read the one after that and she is spoken of in past tense, like she has moved on.

Now I am done with the review, and I was going to write about my very bad, horrible day, but I don’t feel like it now. I lost my hat, I spilled tea on me, there was a 6.57 mg raw sewage spill into Paerdaget Basin. Sorry, no film at eleven.

Hey there girlfriend.

Well, I did it. I got back to the gym and the nautilus machines. I kept the weights the same and I am sore today. But it is a good sore. Besides, that’s what they make Aleve for. Not much else of note for the weekend. M.L.’s husband is still in the hospital, I am guessing since she has not been in contact with anyone all weekend.

I went to Target and got a pair of casual pants for kicking around, lightweight for summer. Have plenty of sweat pants, but I don’t want to wear them in July! I also got a French Terry Skirt, should be down to my knees. I got the pants in Medium and the skirt in small. I didn’t get any more work out clothes, there was nothing I liked on the clearance rack.

This morning I mailed my state taxes. I have no idea why I waited this long to do so, I don’t think I have ever waited this long to mail them. Well, there was the one year I didn’t mail them at all. That was the year I was only getting a dollar back and they won’t send it to you unless you ask for it. So I just blew it off. This year I am getting $13 back.

This morning I weighed 139.6 pounds. I am not posting that on WW. I have decided I have to lose 10 pounds before I go to Washington. Two months, its doable, I just have to DO IT.

Surprises

Someone told me that you should be careful what you post. That person was right. How do I know this? Well he posted a comment on my blog about something I said about him! Tee Hee. It wasn’t a really bad thing I said, he probably doesn’t even know what I meant. Unfortunately it was on a Salada Tag Line post so I deleted it. I say unfortunately because now, no matter what I say, he will say I deleted it because he commented on it. However, if he looks to the right, he will see that I have a list of Salada Tag lines and that post was a temporary post until I got time to put it on my list.

I stayed home tonight, not feeling well, actually it was the timing of when I felt bad, now I don’t feel so bad. Not great though. But when I felt bad was when I was time to get dressed so I couldn’t get ready.

I still haven’t ordered more beads to make my necklace. I did renew my Medic Alert membership and order a new bracelet, one to wear on vacation since I don’t want to risk breaking and losing my beaded one. The one I ordered is teal on stainless steel.

Well I think I will go now.

Bye Bye Herman

Currently reading, review

Went to B&N before getting Stitch last night, and picked up 3 Ann Rule books. Then went online when I got home and ordered 3 more from Pam. They are used and are 1.50 each so that is not so bad. Better than B&N where the 3 books were $25 +.

In a Dry Season by Peter Robinson

Amazon.com

Detective chief inspector Alan Banks is a walking midlife crisis, full of rage because of his recently failed marriage, a career crippled by a jealous superior, and problems with his son. In less skilled hands, Banks could have quickly become a royal pain, but Robinson makes him instead a very likable character, who is slightly baffled and bemused by his bad luck. When he criticizes his son Brian’s decision to drop out of college to become a rock musician, Banks quickly regrets it–recognizing the same impulses that made him rebel against his own parents, and some of the pain he felt when a college friend died of a drug overdose. The realization that Brian’s heavy-metal band is actually quite good brings genuine pleasure to a man whose idea of rock is Love’s ‘Forever Changes’ and other 1970s delights.

Banks is assigned to work on a case that the Yorkshire police department considers to be somewhat of a joke. The skeleton of a woman wrapped in World War II blackout curtains has been found in a dried-out reservoir. This man-made watering hole was a village–Hobbs End–that had been flooded many years earlier. Through the journal of a major player we realize early on who the dead woman is, but a large part of the fun is watching Banks and an edgy, attractive female cop put the pieces of the puzzle together. ‘In a Dry Season’ is a stylish and gently reflective tale of secrets and lies.

I just copied this review from Amazon.com but I agree with it. I really like the book. I want to just get it out of my work bag and read until I finish it, mainly so I can start the next one, but that would be foolish. I need to go to bed. Stitch wants my car tomorrow so M. wants me to wake him up.