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    August 10, 2007

    This Could Have Been Life Changing

    I'm not a beer drinker.  Never have been, maybe never will be--even the good stuff makes my throat close up a little like I'm going to vomit. 

    This has never been a problem so much as it was in my college days.  I was an amicable party guest, perfectly willing to BYOB; but often the drink I brought was a bottle'o'red.  And somehow precious few college boys--and the house parties were always at the houses of boys--own one of those little silver keys to the divine, aka a corkscrew.  Yes, I eventually learned to travel with my own, but before then, or if my corkscrew had been left behind somehow...eh, the memories....

    Picture if you will, a group of gallant--possibly already slightly inebriated--young men standing around a countertop staring intently at my merlot:

    "Well, we could just break off the neck...."

    "Or maybe we could stab it with a knife and then pull it out?"

    "Hey, why don't we just push it through!"

    Needless to say, I learned to enjoy the tang and texture of bits of cork with my wine.

    But then today, while aimlessly browsing the web, I found the most amazing solution.  On a website called "Instructables"--which would be a really cool site even without the next part, as it seems to offer step-by-step instructions for almost anything you could want to do--I found these directions for opening a bottle of wine with only a piece of string!

    Brilliant!  Incredible!  If only I had known then....

    Thankfully, most people I hang out with now do have a corkscrew somewhere, but I may have to tell them to pretend they don't just so I can try this nifty trick.

    June 04, 2007

    Five Questions

    This is in response to a meme (definition: an idea, project, statement or even a question that is posted by one blog and responded to by other blogs) that is circulating.  How it works is, a blogger answers 5 interview questions, submitted by the original blogger.  After being interviewed, a blogger invites others to play along, and interviews anyone who asks.  I saw this first on KathyF's blog, "What Do I Know?" (see parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5), and asked her to interview me when she was done.

    Here are the questions she asked and my answers:

    Continue reading "Five Questions" »

    May 18, 2007

    McDowner

    I can't help myself....I must rant comment on the season finale of Grey's Anatomy....

    After having the lyrics to "Didn't We Almost Have It All?" (the episode's title) in my head all week, I wasn't really expecting it to end with everyone doing the chicken dance at Burke and Christina's wedding.  However, I think it ended up being even more depressing than I thought it would be.  As Shonda Rimes wrote today in the writer's blog, "I did my level best to burn it all down this season, to burn it to the ground . . . ."  But, to get on with my rant....

    Continue reading "McDowner" »

    March 24, 2007

    Dear Jayhawks

    Jayhawk_2If it's not too much trouble, could you please try and win by a few more points today against UCLA than you did against Southern Illinois?  I know--a win is a win is a win--but if you could just make it a bit less stressful that would be great.  Thanks!!!

    March 07, 2007

    The Chocolate Chip Cookie Gene

    Chocolatechipcookies My mom makes the most amazing chocolate chip cookies; they're a perfect consistency, just the right mix between crunchy and cakey.  Sweet Husband's mom is also a great baker, and his sister even gets creative and throws in things like oatmeal and nuts. 

    So how is it that neither Sweet Husband, nor I, can consistently make decent chocolate chip cookies?

    We try so hard--following the recipe on the Nestle Tollhouse bag to the letter--exact amount of flour and sugar, perfectly "softened" butter (not too hot or too cold) . . . . But somehow it just rarely works out.  We either get gritty batter that leads to cakey, off-tasting cookies; or we get the runny stuff that turns into cookies so hard you could use them as projectile weapons. 

    Tonight we ended up with the gritty batter.  It wasn't even good enough to lick the beaters, so we didn't even try bake a batch of cookies--just scraped the batter straight into the trash can.  If not for the obvious proof otherwise, I would say it's just not in our genes . . . .

    February 15, 2007

    A McTheory

    I have a theory related to next weeks Grey's Anatomy.  (If you don't watch, what's wrong with you?!)  I actually very rarely have theories about TV shows, so I'm going to share this one.  If I'm right, I can come back next week and gloat; if I'm wrong I just won't ever mention it again.  Fair?  OK.  (FYI--SPOILERS.) 

    So, my mctheory is....

    The rumor mill says someone dies tonight and someone dies next week, but only one will stay dead. The little blond girl is a metaphor for Meredith. She was traumatized by the accident and couldn't talk, but then she found her mom and everything was OK again.

    Similarly, Meredith was traumatized by what happened with Ellis.  She couldn't talk about it.  I think Ellis is going to die and become one of the people in Meredith's near-death-dream.  They'll patch things up, and then Meredith will come back to life and Ellis will be the one that really dies.

    Also, this makes sense because I really don't think they're going to kill Meredith.  Although it would be very interesting, I think they've still got a lot to do with her.  And while it certainly would be a surprise in some ways (i.e. no one expects them to kill the main character) it wouldn't be in others (i.e. she was already mostly dead at the end of tonight).  And since no one else is really in any danger--everyone is sitting safely outside of Meredith's hospital room--that leaves Ellis as the only other fairly major character to die.

    So there ya go, that's what I think.

    February 14, 2007

    A Valentine's Day WTF

    I read Dear Abby almost every day.  I've done it since I was a young teenager.  It's kind of voyeuristic in a "look at the weird-ass problems those people have" kind of way.  It generally makes me feel better about my own life.

    In all my years as a reader however, nothing has been as absolutely fucked up (pardon my language, but that's the only word for it) as this letter that was in Dear Abby today:

    "DEAR ABBY: Please help me. My lover and I have been disagreeing lately and are considering couples counseling. However, he keeps insisting that we see the marriage counselor he and his wife are currently seeing.

    I want to make this relationship work, but I think it's inappropriate to receive counseling from the same one that they are currently seeing. What do you think? -- NEEDS THERAPY IN TEXAS"

    You can read the response here, however--although I think "Abby" was maybe just trying to be tactful--in my humble opinion it does not nearly adequately address the situation.  WTF?!?

    December 01, 2006

    Seriously?

    (I apologize in advance for this trivial post.  I do realize that there are people starving and dying and all sorts of worse things to be upset about in the world, however, right now....)

    I was just looking at the website for Grey's Anatomy, and saw that they're doing a re-run next week.  I thought, "Well, hmm, OK, didn't see that before and it kind of stinks, but I'll check and see what's going to be on the next week after that."  Come to discover, it will be all re-runs for the entire month of December--the next new episode will not be airing until 1/4/07! 

    How on earth am I supposed to sanely traverse the holidays without my weekly hour of escapism?  How can I live with the suspense of not knowing whether Burke and Christina are really getting back together?  Whether George is going to stop being so angry?  Whether Izzy's going to hook up with McSteamy?

    Seriously!

    (And if that doesn't have you worried enough, I'm seriously considering getting this for Moe, and I think this is the coolest coffee mug ever.)

    November 27, 2006

    Helping Those Who Help Themselves

    113121277mWe got our "Santa Paws" pictures back the other day.  The Humane Society had their annual animal fair--at which this picture was taken--a little early this year, methinks so people could have their pictures back in time for Holiday cards.  Aside from many ohhs and ahhs about how sweet my little darlins' look (with poor Santa holding onto Porter's leash for dear life and clinging to Moe with what looks to be a wrestling hold), the pictures got me thinking about how a lot of animal shelters could really learn a lot from the Lawrence Humane Society (LHS).

    Granted, I only have knowledge of one other place to compare it to, and I know that Lawrence (dog-heaven) is a bit of an anomaly; but in the town where I grew up (not mentioning names) Humane Society fund raising consisted of coffee cans placed by cash registers of local businesses and a thrift shop that sold things for its benefit.  And (although the shelter has since raised money for a better facility) you could tell.  The few times I was there, the dogs were kept several dogs to a run in mostly outdoor runs.  They weren't necessarily kept clean.  What's more, all you had to do was show up and pay the fee to adopt a dog or a cat--no checks to make sure your landlord allowed pets, no checks to make sure you weren't going to take the dog or cat and do God-knows-what with it.  The whole place had an air of desperation about it.  Desperate animals, and people (very kind hearted people, I have to add) who were desperate to get them adopted to make room for more.

    Continue reading "Helping Those Who Help Themselves" »

    October 10, 2006

    Rainy Tuesday Night Talk

    Today it was rainy and cold--I loved it.  I'm not necessarily a big fan of winter, but I live for the change.  And in observance of the wonderful weather (which is tailor made for curling up on the couch and having a chat), or maybe because of the lack of absolutely anything on TV, Sweet Husband and I had some very random conversation, two thoughts from which I'll share....

    First, I tabulated the grand, post-consolidation total of my student loans.  My first thought was, "I don't feel that much smarter."  My second was (a la Minnie Driver in "Good Will Hunting"), "My goodness, my brain is worth quite a lot of money."  When I shared the number with Sweet Husband he said that maybe I need to start wearing a helmet to protect my investment.

    Second, we established that--regardless of the search term you enter, regardless of how innocent it may seem--if you do an image search on Yahoo you will find some sort of pornography or semi-pornography.  Go ahead, try it.

    My conclusion--if the world is going to hell, I hope it happens before I've had to pay too much of my student loans back.

    August 28, 2006

    Monday Afternoon Fluff: When Beautiful Women Wear Bad Things

    I have long ago accepted that I have a slightly binge personality.  When I love something, I love it all the way.  I love Harry Potter, so I have the books in 15 different languages.  I love red wine, and have been know every so often to drink a bottle.  I love my doggies, who are commensurately spoiled to a degree that I think sometimes scandalizes my family. 

    And lately, I love the TV show Grey's Anatomy.

    So, even though I boycotted the Emmy's because Grey's was nominated for only one award, (evil fascist Emmy nominators) this morning I had to look and see what the stars of the show wore.

    Oh ladies....

    To be fair, Katherine Heigl was completely gorgeous--perhaps, not quite as beautiful as in the puffy pink dress in the Grey's season finale, but wonderful nonetheless.

    And Chandra Wilson's dress wasn't bad--maybe a little boring, but I did really love the color.

    And Sandra Oh's dress wouldn't have been bad if she could have chosen just one necklace instead of forty.

    But Ellen Pompeo . . . ouch. 

    I often catch myself picking at my flaws and thinking that if my hair were a little longer, or my nose a little different, or if I lost a few pounds, it would be so much easier to put myself together in the morning.  Ellen's ensemble just goes to show that even drop-dead gorgeous women--the one's that you think never, ever could possibly do anything to themselves that would make them look less than fantastic--can do bad, bad things.

    July 07, 2006

    On To-Do Lists, Priorities

    (I promise, I'll get back to blogging gardening soon--suffice to say I'm picking tomatoes, and not necessarily as many as I'd like. I'm thinking of starting a tally sheet actually, but for today....)

    I was going through some files that were rescued from my old computer today (Thanks Donnie!) and I found this to do list, which I think must have been made just before graduation in December. I found it to be humorous, and you may too....

    TO DO 1. make food [presumably for the people who were coming for graduation] 2. washcloths [we only had two at the time--thanks to the completion of this item we now have five] 3. try on pants [I have no idea what pants this refers to] 4. get fish from Merc [see #1] 5. take final to Beth [in this class, at least, my priorities were apparently in order--although this final, on which my graduation depended, still came after the fish] 6. cap and gown [again, essential for graduation, but somehow less important than the fish] 7. yard [aka pup poop patrol, understandably important, since people were going to be walking through] 8. greens? [again, not sure--I think maybe I was thinking of refreshing our evergreen Christmas decorations, but it also could have had to do with the food. But, the part that really made me giggle, tucked very last on the list...] 9. learn BA

    FYI, "BA" is a class I was taking that semester, essential to graduation. And when I said learn BA, I really meant that I had to learn BA. I had given up on going to class 'round the first of November.

    Yet somehow this is less important than fish and pants I can't even remember!

    Granted I was pretty sure things would work out ok--they generally do--but when I think about how much fun it would have (not) been to have a house full of guests and food, but nothing to celebrate because I was too busy getting ready for the party to, um, I don't know, take my finals....Is it bad that I'm laughing at my own silliness?

    April 25, 2006

    On Elevators

    Yeah, I know, it's a little weird, but it's really cold and rainy out so just go with me....

    I think one of the elevators at work is possessed. Truly. Earlier today I pushed the button to make it stop at my floor. When it arrived the doors opened, and just as I moved towards them they slammed shut. I pushed the button again, and again they opened and shut. Open, shut. Open, shut. For a second I thought about sticking my hand in quickly to trigger the safety mechanism that keeps the doors open, but then I caught myself--not a good idea! Eventually, the other elevator stopped and I got onto it instead.

    (And to head off questions, yes, I could have taken the stairs. But the stairs are actually more scary than the elevator. Because of Stupid Terrorists they have to remain locked, and, while I do have a key, I've been warned that the keys don't always work well. As very few people take the stairs, if I got locked in I could be stuck for awhile.)

    But this whole exchange got me thinking--elevators are really kind of a strange device. You get into them in one place, and, without any real expendeture of time or energy, you get off in another. You're moving, but you're staying in one place. It's kind of like when you bring a small animal home from the pet store. It's in one place, it's dark for awhile, and then it's in a completely different place.

    If you want to learn all about elevators, check out this site. I won't reiterate here, but it certainly has more information than I ever wanted to know.

    *Sigh* I hope the sun comes back soon.

    April 13, 2006

    "No pleasure, no rapture, no exquisite sin greater...

    ...than central air."*

    We finally cracked tonight and turned it on. I wouldn't have given in, but Sweet Husband reminded me that Nice Family is coming this weekend and might appreciate not having to sleep in the furnace that is our upstairs with no air on. And you know, making Sweet Husband and the pups suffer is one thing, but since we're having guests . . . .

    And it's really hot!

    (*From "Dogma" 1999, Directed by Kevin Smith--very funny if you have a sense of humor about religion.)

    March 27, 2006

    Viva la Différence!

    Today when I woke up in Lawrence, the world looked like it had been freshly washed. It had rained sometime in the night, but the sun was shining and the sky was a glittering blue. It was refreshingly chilly out but not too cold--in short it felt like the start of a gorgeous Spring day.

    As we drove into Topeka for work it got yucky and cloudy and gray. Through the window that I can see from my office, it looks as if things have only gotten worse.

    There are signs everywhere, and I'm thinking this morning might have been one.

    Sweet Husband and I are thinking about buying a house in Lawrence. But housing in Lawrence is expensive, and we could probably get almost double the house if we were willing to move to Topeka. For about half a heartbeat the other day we thought about it. I made the suggestion, there was a second's pause, and then we both said, "Nahhh...."

    It's interesting to me that two places so close together are so different.

    Long live the difference!

    February 14, 2006

    Romance is...

    ...when your husband knows you love Dahlias, but realizes that, under the circumstances, a bottle of good red wine is best of all.

    February 07, 2006

    If Anyone Was Wondering....

    ....taking the bar exam sucks. I feel like I know all the stuff I'm supposed to know, but I'm still not necessarily doing well because the questions are so darned tricksey.

    As one of my very favorite characters once said, "The sun will go on rising and setting whether I fail (the bar exam) or not. That is true, but not especially comforting. I think I'd rather it didn't go on if I failed."

    That would certainly beat having to do this all again in July.

    (And to top it all off, my dog looks like a satelite dish.)

    February 02, 2006

    "Big Al"

    This is completely random, but I took this "What Famous Leader Are You?" test today and enjoyed the result.

    Don't know much about Al's scientific theories, but he definitely had pretty darned smart things to say about life.

    And I really dig his hair.

    February 01, 2006

    The Camera Still Works

    So, the old computer died. I erased my ipod when I was trying to transfer the files to the new computer. And I've managed to disable my g-mail notifier with my virus blocking software. Keep your gadgets away from me, I might be infectious.

    But, as you can see...

    ...at least the camera still works.

    P.S. I'm going to try to post some fun stuff that happened during the time the computer was down, but instead of just tossing it all up for today I'm going to do some back dating. The upshot for you, gentle reader, is that there will be new stuff further down on the page than some of the old stuff. Sooo, if you want to read my every single word (and how could you not!) you should scroll down.

    December 24, 2005

    Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Clause

    This has been one of my favorites ever since I discovered it, 'round about age ten. No matter how old I get--and maybe even more so as I get older--the last part still brings tiny tears to the corners of my eyes. This year, as Sweet Little Sister is just reaching the age where she's mostly just pretending to believe so as not to disappoint us, and Adorable Baby Niece is just old enough that she's beginning those short, few years when she really, truly believes....eh, it's wonderful what people can do when they sit down and really honestly try to answer a child's questions.

    Editorial Page, New York Sun, 1897

    We take pleasure in answering thus prominently the communication below, expressing at the same time our great gratification that its faithful author is numbered among the friends of The Sun:

    I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

    Virginia O'Hanlon

    Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

    Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.

    He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

    Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

    You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

    No Santa Claus?Thank God he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

    In searching for this in order to quote it, I also found some information about Virginia and the editorial writer, Francis Church, that I thought I'd post as well. (It came from this site.)

    Francis P. Church's editorial, "Yes Virginia, There is a Santa Claus" was an immediate sensation, and became one of the most famous editorials ever written. It first appeared in the The New York Sun in 1897, almost a hundred years ago, and was reprinted annually until 1949 when the paper went out of business.

    Thirty-six years after her letter was printed, Virginia O'Hanlon recalled the events that prompted her letter:

    "Quite naturally I believed in Santa Claus, for he had never disappointed me. But when less fortunate little boys and girls said there wasn't any Santa Claus, I was filled with doubts. I asked my father, and he was a little evasive on the subject.

    "It was a habit in our family that whenever any doubts came up as to how to pronounce a word or some question of historical fact was in doubt, we wrote to the Question and Answer column in The Sun. Father would always say, 'If you see it in the The Sun, it's so,' and that settled the matter.

    " 'Well, I'm just going to write The Sun and find out the real truth,' I said to father.

    "He said, 'Go ahead, Virginia. I'm sure The Sun will give you the right answer, as it always does.' "

    And so Virginia sat down and wrote her parents' favorite newspaper.

    Her letter found its way into the hands of a veteran editor, Francis P. Church. Son of a Baptist minister, Church had covered the Civil War for The New York Times and had worked on the The New York Sun for 20 years, more recently as an anonymous editorial writer. Church, a sardonic man, had for his personal motto, "Endeavour to clear your mind of cant." When controversial subjects had to be tackled on the editorial page, especially those dealing with theology, the assignments were usually given to Church.

    Now, he had in his hands a little girl's letter on a most controversial matter, and he was burdened with the responsibility of answering it.

    "Is there a Santa Claus?" the childish scrawl in the letter asked. At once, Church knew that there was no avoiding the question. He must answer, and he must answer truthfully. And so he turned to his desk, and he began his reply which was to become one of the most memorable editorials in newspaper history.

    Church married shortly after the editorial appeared. He died in April, 1906, leaving no children.

    Virginia O'Hanlon went on to graduate from Hunter College with a Bachelor of Arts degree at age 21. The following year she received her Master's from Columbia, and in 1912 she began teaching in the New York City school system, later becoming a principal. After 47 years, she retired as an educator. Throughout her life she received a steady stream of mail about her Santa Claus letter, and to each reply she attached an attractive printed copy of the Church editorial. Virginia O'Hanlon Douglas died on May 13, 1971, at the age of 81, in a nursing home in Valatie, N.Y.

    Happy Holidays Everyone!

    December 17, 2005

    The Day After

    I think the worst day of the year is "the day after". The day after Christmas (when all the presents have been opened), the day after New Year's (when you take the Christmas decorations down and go back to work or school), the day after the 4th of July (all the fireworks are gone and it's unbearably hot)--it can be the day after anything that you've planned and waited for....

    It's like waking up with a bad hangover. And maybe it is a hangover, of sorts. You get all the adrenaline and excitement in the build up for a big day, and then all of a sudden it's over and all the happy brain chemicals are gone. It's no wonder days after feel so crummy.

    But it is snowing outside, so at least it's a pretty day after.

    December 08, 2005

    And Speaking of the Earth....

    I just discovered Google Earth and I've been flying all over the world. I went to Pittsburg and California and England and Paris and Ireland and even Antarctica! But don't worry, I know where home is--38*57'29.03N and 95*13'44.58W.

    Really, give it a try, it's kind of fun.

    October 12, 2005

    Following Sheep To Crocs

    Today, I succummed and joined the millions of fashion-sheep who wear Crocs. It took a really long time for me to get to this point. If and when I jump into something that's a trend, I try to be at least a little selective about it and only buy and wear the stuff that I really like as opposed to just picking up everything that comes along. And let's face it Crocs are pretty darn ugly--especially in some of the colors they've come up with! No one over the age of ten should wear neon pink rubber shoes. No one.

    But I will admit, I've thought they'd be very convenient for working outside--still washable and breathable, but a little more toe protection than my standard flip-flops.

    And then this weekend I noticed that Adorable Baby Niece had a pair that were a really nice mellow greeny-blue color (I was blessed with a sister-in-law with excellent taste). I later found out the color is called "sage"....which is ever so much better than neon pink.

    And then I wore mean shoes (heels that hurt) for two days which gave me nasty blisters, and earned me sympathetic looks from complete strangers because I was obviously in pain.

    And then (after being unable to find the knock off Airwalk version in the right color and size) I did some research on the Crocs website (which is ever-so-much fun and, of course, chock full of reasons that you "gotta have 'em") and discovered that Crocs are non-marking, slip resistant (can't say that for my flip-flops), bacteria and odor resistant, and fully sterilizable.

    Well, how could I not buy such a wonderful shoe?


    But in defense of both myself and my new shoes, they are terribly, terribly comfortable...and they are such a nice color...and everybody else is wearing them, right?

    Ok, but I solemnly swear that I will never, ever, ever, EVER own Ugg boots. (Well, maybe I shouldn't say never....)

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