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The transfer from Blogger to WordPress is almost done. I spent most of this evening copying my blog roll from my old blog to here. It involved clicking on each link, copying the title and url, and then pasting them in my link list here. If you scroll down to the bottom you can see them, I am quite proud of myself. As I was doing it, I noticed a couple of people that had moved their blogs, they had just left the old ones and started new ones. No transferring of posts or any of the shit I’m going through. But then, I am a tiny bit obsessed. Just a little.

There are some things that don’t work on WordPress, and I will just have to learn to live without them. All that is left is the list of websites and I haven’t decided if I am going to add them to the links list at the bottom, or make a page and put them on it. So many decisions.

The tiny picture in the header of the blog is my hummingbird tattoo. It was taken right after I had it done so my skin is red and irritated. I am still thinking about what my next tattoo is going to be.

Aches and pains

For a while now whenever my right knee would start hurting for no apparent reason it meant some really horrible weather was coming. You’ve of weather predicting joints haven’t you?

This past winter it seemed like my knee was hurting all the time. So much so that I felt like my cane was a part of me. The days got a little warmer, then we got a forecast of snow.

Last weekend my shoulder started hurting. This was after I had been sick for a week, I thought maybe I had slept wrong or something, I put a heat pack on it. I took painkillers. Wednesday it snowed and my shoulder stopped hurting. K-rap. Now my shoulder can predict snow.

This title is sort of misleading since Em and I have not stopped our bi-weekly trips to Manhattan, what stopped was I stopped writing about them. Last year was not a good year for blogging for me, this year I have recommitted and decided that every trip will be followed up with a blog post.

Also I will be bringing my camera, which I haven’t done in a while and taking pictures. Not a lot probably, but enough to give you an idea of what we are doing. Em has a lot of food groupons, that is why we will be eating at a variety of places. Saturday lunch was at Oaxaca, 16 Extra Place, Manhattan. It is just a little fast food Mexican place, we each had two chicken molé enchiladas. They were so good, spicy hot with flavor. It’s going on our list, just have to remember where it is. Then we headed to NoHo to see Ashley. Em had to take out her piercings, and one of them was all red now. I wanted to go to the tea place that Ashley tweets about all the time. Em said sure since we didn’t have an agenda. After getting the address from Ashley we headed to Broome St.

We had already had lunch, but decided a little snack was in order, after all it was COLD Saturday and I was still having sinus and asthma problems. Friday was so nice, Saturday was not. So we got tea with scones. The scones were served with cream and jam, thick cream like butter. All very yummy. Em got mint chocolate tea, I got Chinese Black Tea, Golden Snail I think it was called. Em bought some tea and I bought a tall tea cup with an infuser and a lid.

Next stop was a fabric store, that was closed. That turned out to be o.k. because it wasn’t fabric for clothes it was fabric to home furnishing, so now Em can replace the curtains. Dinner was at a place called MotherBurger. It was quite different from Harney and Sons, which was relaxing and quiet, MotherBurger was loud and crowded. But the burgers were good, exactly to order and not to huge.

Our last stop was at Annie Moore’s. Is there any better way to end a day then with bourbon and chocolate cake? Well Em would say scotch and chocolate cake. Of course it wasn’t really the end because we ended up with a sighting of our strange friend with the long spike of hair, red and blue plaid, and some train drama. We had to wait in Harlem for an ambulance for someone on the train.

Speaking of Harlem, does anyone know of any safe neighborhoods for a little white girl to live?

Comment moderation is on

Recently I read the following blog post about getting more comments on your blog. 40 Dead Simple Ways to Get More Comments on Your Blog This was one of the suggestions, copied directly from the post, “10 – Don’t moderate comments. Nothing about the words ‘Your comment is awaiting moderation’ encourages a reader to comment more. Nothing.” The next suggestion seems to be written for me “11 – If you do moderate, approve comments as quickly as possible.” since this blog will always have comment moderation. I am way to much of a control, OCD psychotic freak to just let people write whatever they want and me not approve everything on this blog. Please, you are talking about the person who goes back over 3 month old posts to correct typos. Comment Moderation is on.

However, something that will NEVER be on this blog is word verification. I hate word verification. In fact I was just leaving a comment on a blog when I clicked to post the comment, missed that I needed to put in the word verification and when the page came back up, my comment was gone. So I left the blog, without leaving a comment.

Something else that will never be on this blog is music. When I first started blogging and reading blogs, I would go to some blogs and the music would start. “Oh that is kind of cool” was my first thought, and I searched around trying to figure out how to put it on my blog, I never found out how. But as time went by and I read more blogs, I discovered that a lot of people don’t like it. I would just mute my computer if I didn’t like the music that was playing, but now that I think about it, it is kind of intrusive, putting your taste in music off on your readers, so if you don’t like hearing strange music come out of your computer speakers, this blog is safe for you to read.

That’s all. Says she. Have anything you want to add?

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.