Saturday, April 30, 2005
1. Yesterday I took my car to the Buick dealership because the driver's side-view mirror, which they replaced in October, fell off again. I told them to please fix it again, and then change the oil and do my state inspection. So they fixed my mirror, and then told me the car wouldn't pass inspection because the oxygen sensor needed to be replaced and that would be about $400.00, please. So we called Ken's Mufflers and the guy said if I needed a new oxygen thingy it would be about $150.00, so we picked up my car from the Buick dealership and went to Ken's. So the nice man at Ken's plugged in a thing that reads codes and tells you what your car's problem is, and the code that came up was not the oxygen sensor at all, but the evaporative somesuch, and I should take my car on over to Belmont garage where they are good and fair. So I went home and called Belmont Garage and had the pleasure of talking to the world's rudest man who said I'd just have to bring my car in on Monday and leave it and that it could take hours (he said "arrs") to fix and he was just a real jerk and he made me so mad, but I will take my car there anyway because I don't know anything about evaporative somesuches and neither does Kev, so what else can I do? Why do we let people get away with being so rude? If someone called my office needing help with their kid, and I talked to them in such a hateful and condescending way, I would not have any clients and I'd be out of work pretty quick. But for some reason, many (NOT ALL) mechanics have this terrible attitude and poor social skills, and we just let it go because they know the magical secrets of cars. So now, after a whole day of car hassles, I still don't know what's wrong with my car, how much it will cost to fix, how long it will take, and meanwhile my inspection sticker expires tomorrow and I have to go see the mean man first thing Monday. So that's one thing I am mad about.
2. I found out that 7 democratic congresspersons failed to show up for the vote on the budget. Had they shown up, the budget would not have passed, and the Artic would be safe for now. Is it not a congressperson's responsibility to his or her constituents to show up and vote on stuff? I am so disgusted.
3. People drive too fast down my street.
4. Humans seem hell-bent on blowing each other up, abducting each other, and covering the planet with oil refineries and strip malls and Wal-Marts. Plus many of them are hateful, rude, and condescending. Dogs don't do any of those things.
6. I am dismayed to find out that a house across the street is going to be the latest tear-down, meaning I have months of construction noise and big trucks blocking the street to look forward to, resulting in a new ugly giant McMansion.
OK, I think that is all I am mad about right now. Hopefully I can be nicer to Kev now. None of this is his fault, but he is the one who has to put up with my grouchiness. So, sorry to Kev, and to all of you who had to read all this negativity. Better days ahead I hope.
Friday, April 29, 2005
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
April 29 , 2005
CONTACT:Annie E. Strickler (202) 675-2384
Alaska Wilderness League * Audubon * Defenders of Wildlife * Earthjustice * Gwich'in Steering Committee * League of Conservation Voters * National Wildlife Federation * Natural Resources Defense Council * Sierra Club * The Wilderness Society * Trustees for Alaska * US Public Interest Research Group
Statement on Passage of Budget Resolution Conference Report
April 29, 2005
The passage of this budget resolution means that the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge is still at risk. A budget conference report need not say the words “Arctic National Wildlife Refuge” to pave the way for Arctic Refuge drilling. At the same time, we are encouraged by the strong bipartisan opposition to this budget resolution. In particular, Rep. Nancy Johnson (R, CT) deserves the gratitude of all conservation-minded Americans for her leadership in making the vote in the US House of Representatives a strong bipartisan statement against drilling.
The budget process is not over, and we will continue to fight every step of the way, using every procedural and legislative option at our disposal, to ensure that Congress ultimately listens to the majority of Americans and rejects every effort to include Arctic Refuge drilling in the reconciliation bill.
Although the resolution that passed today does not mention the Refuge by name, it is clearly intended to provide the chairmen of the House Resources and Senate Energy Committees everything they need to push drilling through by circumventing the normal 60-vote requirement for controversial legislation in the Senate. Both committees’ chairmen, Sen. Pete Domenici (R-NM) and Rep. Richard Pombo (R-CA), have made it clear that they will try to use these instructions to force Arctic drilling through the reconciliation bill.
By requiring those committees to “reduce spending” by $2.4 billion over 6 years, the budget conferees are sending those committees a clear and unambiguous signal to “drill away.” It is no coincidence that $2.4 billion is almost exactly the federal share of the unrealistic projection for Arctic National Wildlife Refuge leasing revenue released several months ago by the Congressional Budget Office. Pressed by reporters at Thursday’s press conference, Senator Gregg was forced to concede that this budget would allow the Senate to consider drilling in the filibuster-proof reconciliation bill. [CALL (202) 266-0409 to hear a recording of the reporter’s question and Sen. Gregg’s answer.]
This vote is another example of the extraordinary disconnect between public opinion and Congressional action. Americans have remained steadfast in their commitment to keeping the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge wild, unspoiled, and free of oil drilling. To an even greater extent, they are overwhelmingly opposed to sneaking drilling the Arctic Refuge into the budget process. Over the past several weeks, hundreds of thousands of Americans have called, written letters, e-mailed, and faxed their representatives in Washington to voice their opposition to Arctic Refuge drilling. And starting today, they will be letting their Members of Congress know how unhappy they are about this vote and encouraging their representatives in Washington to continue to fight to protect the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
There are some places that should be off-limits to oil drilling and industrial development, and the Arctic Refuge is one of them. Drilling would do nothing to reduce gas prices or alleviate our dependence on foreign oil, yet the harm to wildlife habitat for polar bear, caribou, and millions of migratory birds and to the people of the Gwich'in Nation whose subsistence culture is based on the caribou would be permanent and irreparable. We have a moral responsibility to save wild places like the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge for future generations. That’s why our country has remained committed to its protection for nearly 50 years.
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Instead, I will write about the greatness of Central Market, my happiness to see a new Mr. Rogers book at Barnes and Noble yesterday, and the fact that there should be lots more songs like "Chicken Payback" by some people called Bees.
Sunday, April 24, 2005
"Don't you want a pickle?"
By now, all the deli counter customers are having a good laugh. I look around, and Kev is nowhere to be found, clearly embarrassed to be with the Crazy-Nothing-on-the-Sandwich Girl. It was humiliating. I shan't ask for a sandwich in the grocery store deli ever again.
Things got better. We had a nice picnic, and guess what! The ice cream man was at the lake, so I got a fudge bomb pop, and it was so great.
Friday, April 22, 2005
I celebrated Earth Day by hanging up my new flag and filling all my bird feeders and learning about Hybrid cars and riding the train. Kev is mowing the lawn and cleaning out the gutters.
Have a good weekend.
Thursday, April 21, 2005
I haven't decided about going to the reunion yet. There are only a handful of people I have any interest in seeing that I don't already see on a pretty regular basis. Plus, it costs a LOT of money for a ticket. And I am pretty sure Kev wouldn't have much fun being paraded around and introduced to a bunch of Garlandites. Then again, it might be kind of like participating in a real-life episode of King of the Hill. Which could be fun. We could play "Spot-the-Dale," or "Find-a-Bill," or "Who-Looks-the-Most-Like-Peggy." My friends and I crashed the 10-year reunion, meaning we showed up at the end of the night wearing jeans and not paying. Pretty typical behavior from the "Iron Maidens," as Bryce used to call us. It was kind of weird and surreal. Well, I guess I have a year to decide about this one. Ugh.
I don't like being old, but I sure am glad I'm not in High School anymore.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
I know most people's vacation destination lists probably do not include Arkansas and Oklahoma, but I'll tell you what, these places have a lot going for them. They both have lots of nice State Parks, and lakes (real ones that weren't made by the army corps of engineers), and wildlife, and mountains. Not big mountains, but mountains nonetheless. Where we stayed, at Mt. Nebo, I think the elevation was about 1200-something. That reminds me, on our way home yesterday, we drove through the confusingly-named East Texas towns of Mt. Vernon and Mt. Pleasant. These are places where the speedbumps and the fire-ant mounds are competing for the honor of highest elevation. I imagine a long long time ago, the town's founder saying to his wife, "Hey, Marge, maybe if we call this place Mt. Pleasant, lots of people will pioneer themselves on out here and we'll have ourselves a town!" And who wouldn't want to live in a place called Mt. Pleasant? If I was in charge, these kinds of bad town-naming practices wouldn't be allowed. It's just false advertising.
Anyway, at Mt. Nebo, it was delightfully cool and had REAL fresh clean air, and big tall trees, and no noise except the wind and the birds. You don't realize how loud the city really is until you are in a quiet spot in the woods. And right now, Arkansas is covered in Indian Paintbrush. I recommend a drive in Arkansas on State HWY 7 between Russellville and Hot Springs. The road winds up and down hills through the Ouachita (Wa-chi-tah) National Forest. Very very pretty. Arkansas is doing something right. It used to smell like cabbage, so improvements have clearly been made.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
- Had fun in Paris, grilled, played music in the yard all day, went to the Tower, played with good dogs and nice kids, watched BAD HORRIBLE AWFUL "Sheer Dallas," and went to a diner for special waffles with a side of grits. Oh, and had strawberry pie.
- (Not so) FUN FACT: In Paris, you can still smoke in diners.
- Drove through Oklahoma (Cherokee Nation) to Mt. Nebo, hiked, made corn chowder, saw 3 new birds and lots of old birds, met a good dog (see photos), played kazoo accompanied by Kev on guitar, saw lots of wildflowers, got slaughtered at dominoes, and mostly just didn't think about bad stuff.
- FUN FACT: The state bird of Oklahoma is the Scissor-tailed flycatcher. This is a really cool looking bird that you will see on telephone wires, especially near open fields. If you want to see how pretty they are, go over the the Audubon Link. There is a picture on the home page.
- FUN FACT: Mt. Nebo State Park has really nice clean cabins and a friendly staff! I hope one of the Rangers will adopt the good abandoned dog.
I missed reading everyone's blogs. It is good to be home. Whitney says she will blog more.
Extra thanks to Whitney and Bob for hosting...we had lots of fun.
Friday, April 15, 2005
And I'll tell you what else, while I'm at it. I LIKE MANY HALL AND OATES SONGS!
Hey, we are going on little trip this weekend, first to Paris Texas to see my friend Whitney and her nice family, then to Mt. Nebo State Park in Arkansas to stay in a cabin in the woods and hike and look for birds and critters. I am hoping to have tales of adventure upon our return. Have a good weekend.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
I like INXS. Poor Michael Hutchins. This sucks. Damn, out of sticky-notes. Where are the extra sticky notes? Here they are. Ooh! Look at all these great colors! I love what they've done with sticky notes. I want to go to Super Target and get some sticky notes for work. Maybe these cool blue ones. Why couldn't I have invented sticky notes? Gene Lovese Jezebel! I saw these guys at a party in the Hard Rock cheese club. They were nice. Boy, that guy is really trying hard to stay in tune. This song is pretty bad. Joy Division! I hate this song. They played this last time I was here. Why do all these singers kill themselves? I could really go for some cinnamon toast. Oh, the Go-gos! I need to get a Go-go's CD. Maybe Jeff can copy me some stuff off...what's that thing called? I can't remember. Dang, that's gonna drive me nuts. I wonder if my parents have any bread....
And so forth. REAL profound.
I sometimes wonder what it would be like inside Kev's brain. He says he can turn off his thoughts anytime he wants. I don't believe him. In my world, there is no such thing as head silence. It is constant chatter in there. Kev, I think, thinks about math a lot. And sometimes, he has real Rain Man moments and will say something like, "Did you know golf spelled backwards is flog?" I would have had to write that down to figure it out. He invents songs in his head, too. I wish I could do that. But the thing I most envy is the head silence. I'd give anything for that. I don't think Kev would like to try going into my brain. I think it would make him really tired, and probably confused.
Fine Young Cannibals!
Well, I am going to go watch American Idol before I go to work. My dad Tivo-ed it for me. I already know that the girl with the big round hair got voted off, but I'm gonna watch it anyway. It is good to watch the Tivo'ed version, because you can FFWD through the crappy bits. It oughta take me about 10 minutes to watch. Then maybe I can go to Super Target for some sticky notes!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
On the train, I found out via the scrolling ticker, that next Friday there will be an Earthfest downtown. (If you want info go to www.dallascityhall.com )The ticker also has Fun Facts. Today I learned that originally, all M-n-M's were brown, until 1960. I also learned that not drinking enough water can cause anxiety. I wish they would put me in charge of their Fun Facts. I reckon I could come up with some better ones.
Our train driver was cool, and announced each station with great gusto. He also had to scold a passenger who was standing in the doorway at a station, keeping it from closing. I remember once when Kev got scolded on the streetcar in New Orleans for putting his feet up on the seat.
There were not really any interesting passengers to talk about, like the lady who smelled like balogna, or the other lady who told me I had witchcraft in my shoes, or the cartoon slipper-wearing gang members, or the guy who kept shouting out YES! because he knew the answers to the trivia questions on the ticker. Maybe on the way home.
- Take the train to work.
- Bring your lunch to work so you don't have to drive to get it.
- Pick up some litter
- Shut down your computer for the day, or at least overnight.
- Get an oil change
- Buy some organic produce
- Plant something at your house
- Turn off the lights
- Take a super-fast shower
- Wash the dishes by hand
- Feed the birds
There is a lot you can do.
Last night I saw a good program on KERA called Journey to Planet Earth, which was very informative in spite of being hosted by Matt Damon. It is a series, and I recommend it.
Go Team Earth!
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The summer after high school, my friends Whtiney and Bryce got an apartment in a very questionable complex on Mayham Road at LBJ and Central. It is shocking that their mothers let them live in this place. But they did, so we all had a place to hang out. It was a bad summer for me. I was transitioning away from heavy metal and into the unknown. I was getting ready to go off to UNT in the fall to study - get this - business. I had no ambition. I was 17. I think what I probably thought I wanted to do at the time was work my way up the Sound Warehouse ladder of success, and maybe if I was lucky I could weasle my way into a job at a record company as the girl who goes around to the Sound Warehouses to put up posters. Everyone wanted this job. Those people got a lot of free stuff like CDs and tickets to big rock shows and backstage passes.
Anyway, every night, a bunch of people would gather at the Mayham apartment, because it was the only place to go. At any given time, there could be 15 or 20 people over there. There would always be a couple hours of doing hair and make-up. This was the guys. I can hear Bryce now..."It wasn't make-up...it was European Theatrical Grease-Paint." I stand corrected. Before grease-paint was applied, mohawks had to be achieved. Those guys kept Aqua-net in business through the late 1980's. I don't know what the primping was all about, because I don't actually remember ever going anywhere except for Denny's.
One night this guy Dino came over. I don't know which cat dragged him in. I think Bryce or somebody met him at the mall and thought he was cool or something. Dino was all bedraggled and punk, with a 12 inch mohawk and the most horrific B.O. you have ever smelled. Dino had a posse of two or three semi-normal guys whose names all started with "J". Once Dino found out about the apartment, he was there ALL the time. One night, Dino and the J's went to the mall and returned with a Ouija Board and a giant machete. Nobody in their right mind would sell any sharp object much less a machete to someone who looked like Dino, so that tells you about the kind of people who worked in the knife store at the mall. During play with the Ouija Board (such utter nonsense) Dino mentioned to someone that he often had homicidal thoughts. It was about that time that someone, I think Bryce, told Dino he was no longer welcome at the apartment. Mayham became slightly less interesting, but smelled a lot better.
Several video tapes were big players at Mayham. The ones I remember most were "Another State of Mind" which was the story of the first Social Distortion tour. It had lots of curse words. Most of my friends had the thing memorized. Another was "The Great Rock and Roll Swindle" which featured Malcolm McClaren and his tiny friend, and a song whose only lyric was "Who killed Bambi" which was repeated over and over in increasingly annoying silly voices. I am pretty sure that both of these films are terrible, and not worth watching, even for nostalgia.
Most of the time, I would get to the apartment early and find a spot on the couch, and watch the goings-on until it was time to go to Denny's.
I was not cheerful then. I complained a lot. If you would have told me I'd eventually like puppies and birds and little children, I would have thought you were nuts.
At least I learned about some good music during that time.
And in case you are wondering, everyone turned out OK. They all have jobs and families and normal hair now.
Monday, April 11, 2005
Thanks to Tall Guy for listening to the PPHPHB, and for telling other people to listen to it. Sorry you have a cold.
Marty - Funny, I thought bee-keeping would be right up Kim's alley for some reason. Maybe because, like Kevin, she is good at everything, and I figured DIY honey would be something she'd go for. I am SO hoping you guys really will come down for the July baseball games. I promise there will be lots of fun and big southern breakfasts. But it will be really really horribly unbearably hot.
Robert M. - Squidward is funny. Did you see the one where he tries to get a band together? Genius.
K.- You may be a little ornery at times, but not as whiney as Squidward. Thank God.
I have recently become fascinated with Hitler documentaries. There is no end to the madness with this guy. If you can handle a very heavy film, check out Downfall. Very interesting, and extremely well-acted.
I have also become very depressed to discover that I am getting old-lady hands. The silver hairs are OK, but the hand thing is upsetting.
I think the makers of razors and razor accessories are conspiring against the American people. They keep changing the razors so we have to up-grade. First there were two blades, then three, then FOUR. I guess they figured five blades wouldn't fly (Americans are too smart for that!), so now there is a button you can push on your razor, making it Turbo, or some such. I recently had to trade in my Venus razor, which I was perfectly happy with, for a Venus Divine (for crying out loud) with an extra moisturizing strip. I imagine there are people with names like Frank, Bob, and Liz, sitting around a table in a board room, trying to come up with the new big thing in razor technology. I think these are the same people who keep coming up with more and more ways to put extra cheese on your pizza pie. As if Americans need more cheese. So, let me know if you would like to join in my fight against better razors, more cheese, and higher parking fees at rock shows and sports events (previous blog). We CAN make a difference!
Also, LarryFeathers has returned to blogging.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Right now I am typing in the dark with the blinds closed because the in-danger-of-joining-a-gang kids who go around selling magazines to keep them off the streets are coming. Yesterday, we had to hide from the Jehova's Witnesses. I'm thinking about getting one of those "No Soliciting" signs. Is that unfriendly?
Kev has been working on a song about Barbec's that I already told you about. He has a little clarinet part in mind, which he said he wanted me to play. (We brought home my sister-in-law's clarinet at Christmas because she never plays it). Anyway, yesterday he went to buy some reeds, and came back with a book called "So You Want to Play the Clarinet," but should be called "So You Want to Torture Your Neighbors and Make Your Own Head Explode." Before I was past page two ("Squeaks Happen") which was all about learning to produce one nice long clear note with just the mouthpiece and barrel, Kev had the whole thing assembled, and I'll be damned if he wasn't playing Row Your Boat, Frere Jacques, and Fly Me to the Freaking Moon. So much for my big clarinet solo in the Barbec's song I guess. Have you ever lived with someone who can do EVERYTHING better than you? I reckon I could take him in a tap-dancing contest (did you know I can do a quadruple time step?!), but that's about it. Good thing I'm not competative.
Note to "LarryFeathers" and "K" - according to dictionary.com, a capitol is a building. a capital is a city. That gives me another scattergories point, which means I WIN! YES!
Note to "Marty"- Thanks to a video tape we received in the mail, we have now seen every last nook and cranny of your house (very nice by the way - especially the record player), not to mention the Pfaltzgraf store and someone named Carrie's house, so we may no longer need to come to Long Island. I did not see any bee-keeping supplies on the tour. By the way, does Tim still play for San Antonio? I think they are coming up here in a month or so to play the Rough Riders.
Well, the Sunday Crossword is calling me. Hope you all had a nice weekend.
Oh! Almost forgot. Shout Out to Kev's soccer team for making it to the final!
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Researchers found petting a dog prompted levels of the "feel good" hormone serotonin to rise in humans and may help fight depression.
"Our preliminary results indicate that levels of serotonin, a hormone in humans that helps fight depression, rise dramatically after interaction with live animals, specifically dogs," says researcher Rebecca Johnson, professor of nursing and veterinary medicine at the University of Missouri-Columbia, in a news release. "This hormone is critical in the psychological well-being of an individual. In addition, we have discovered that there is no substitute for the real thing."
The study also tested the effects of petting a robotic dog and showed interacting with an electronic dog actually caused serotonin levels to drop.
Researchers say the findings provide further evidence that having a dog as a pet can offer valuable social support and companionship.
Johnson presented the findings at the Companion Animals: Fountains of Health conference at Barcelona Autonomous University last month.
One More Reason Dogs Are Man's Best Friends
The study involved 50 dog owners and 50 non-dog owners. Each of the dog owners interacted with their own dog, an unfamiliar dog, and a robotic dog. The non-dog owners visited with an unfamiliar dog and a robotic dog.
After the interactions, both the canine and human participants had their blood and mood (or behavior in the case of the dogs) analyzed.
The study showed that serotonin levels in humans rose significantly after playtime with the live dog.
"In addition to serotonin, we also are seeing increases in the amounts of prolactin and oxytocin, more of those 'feel good' hormones," says Johnson.
"Our research also is trying to determine what types of people would best benefit from being with animals," says Johnson. "By showing this benefit, we can help pet-assisted therapy become a medically accepted intervention that might be prescribed to patients."
"We also need to study how the animals react to this attention," says Johnson. "It's important to know when we take dogs to nursing homes or hospitals for therapy if they are feeling any kind of stress. We need to find the right balance where both animals and humans can benefit from interacting with each other."
The study was funded by a grant from the Skeeter Foundation from Veterinary Pet Insurance.
SOURCES: Companion Animals: Fountains of Health conference, Barcelona Autonomous University, April 2004. News release, University of Missouri-Columbia
Friday, April 08, 2005
In other animal news: Today I was at work and saw my American Kestrel on the wire behind my building. Then his wife came by, and if I am not mistaken, there may be some baby kestrels on the way soon! I feel a little sorry for them that they live on Central Expressway in the Ramada Inn signage. But it's lucky for me I guess.
Note to Tall Guy: Cane Toad is a documentary about the Cane Toad problem in Australia. It is very funny and well-done. Some people are FOR cane toads and keep them as pets. Others are AGAINST cane toads, and try to run over them with their trucks for sport. I think that's mean.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
First time writer, long-time listener.
How am I supposed to practice patience and tolerance for people who recklessly zip in and out of traffic lanes during rush hour on Central Expressway, nearly side-swiping my and several other people's cars, thus endangering the lifes of many just because he/she is in a hurry or wants to show off?
Concerned in Dallas
P.S. I enjoy your books!
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Plus, a couple of nights later, I had a dream about a tree full of owls. You all know what that means.
I have inspected behind both ears for probes, but there don't appear to be any. Perhaps the aliens read Whitley Streiber's books and have become more clever about covering their tracks.
Funny thing is, I don't believe in aliens.
2. If you want some good Italian food, try Carrabba's on Abram's in Lakewood. We ate there last night for our anniversary because my brother gave us a gift card for Christmas. I had the "Chicken Bryan' which was grilled chicken with goat cheese and sun-dried tomatoes (which I scraped off - no problem) and basil lemon sauce, with a side of garlic mashed potatoes and lentil-sausage soup. VERY tasty! Kev had "Pollo Rosa Maria" which was grilled chicken stuffed with fontina cheese with mushrooms and basil lemon sauce on top. His was great too. Then we shared a creme brulee for dessert. All of the food was great, the service was great, and it wasn't crowded. So Carrabba's gets a big thumbs up from the LRHS. Plus it's not that expensive, and it's pretty casual. They have more locations. One is in Plano, dangerously close to my office.
3. If you want to save money on your anniversary, adopt a "no gift" policy, go bowling ($3 per game!), and use a gift certificate from Christmas to go out to dinner.
4. If you are already full after dinner, skip dessert or you'll be sorry. (Sorry Kev, my fault).
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Anyway, I just don't know about poetry. We saw some poets at the Deep Ellum arts festival on Sunday. They were bad. One guy's poem went like this: "Get up, eat breakfast, fight traffic, work all day, fight traffic, eat dinner, go to bed, get up..." you get the idea. Another lady did dramatic readings from Dr. Seuss books. Don't get me wrong. I am a big fan of people who have a way with words. But I think I prefer prose. I like it when people can say something very ordinary in an extraordinary way. My friend Bryce can do this, and he doesn't even try. James Thurber is a master of it. Larry Feathers can do it. I studied a lot of poetry in college. I don't know. Maybe it's just not for everyone. Dorothy Parker's pretty good I guess. The poet laureate of the US was an insurance underwriter all his life because poets don't make any money.
So, happy anniversary, Kev. Don't fret. At least you aren't a poet. Or an insurance underwriter. Now, who's ready to bowl?!
To "Tall Guy" - Thanks for commenting all the way from Australia! Good point about the Steve Martin movies. My favorites are the Jerk, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Planes, Trains, and Automobiles, and both of his novels are good, so maybe by the time I'm in a coma, they will be movies. By the way, "Tall Guy," are you a cardboard stand-up? Also, what is your position on Cane Toads? I enjoyed that movie quite a bit.
To "Marty" - Thanks for reading my blog! Actually Kev wasn't supposed to tell any of you guys about it, because I was hoping you wouldn't discover just how much of a complete dork I am, but that's OK I guess. I don't think I was hiding it very well anyway. Thanks again to you and your wife for the cool flags for Team Earth. I hope to find more postings at Elephants on Parade. The picture is very funny. And by the way, I am a Texan who has been to Long Island exactly twice. And I plan to return, so prepare the bee-suit! Hi to Kim, Jazz, and the great Rosco!
To "Robert M" - things having to do with the lama should never be considered "fightin' words." Also, Kev and I would love to go with you guys to an FCDallas match sometime. We have percussion instruments we could bring. Also, I am saddened by your hatred of baseball.
To "John Clarke" - If my neighbor can run a power sander all day on Sunday without blinking an eye, then I'm not gonna feel too bad about keeping bees. Maybe you and Karen should do it. I'm sure your yard is bigger than ours.
To "LarryFeathers" - please blog more. Readers want to know about gravy and motivational speakers.
To "K" - if there is one thing that will get me out of a coma, it's the snake noise.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
By the way, bees are most attracted to the colors yellow, white, and blue. And a queen bee can live up to 6 or 7 years!
First of all DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES starve me to death.
If I am in a coma, check for brain activity. Get at least 3 opinions. If there is no brain activity, for let's say 3 years, then remove me from machines that are keeping my organs going, but DO NOT REMOVE FEEDING TUBES! If keeping me going for 3 years is going to cost more than insurance will pay, then Kev and my parents are to sit down and come to an agreement in writing that everyone can live with (except me..haha). NO FIGHTING. If an agreement can't be reached, you guys will just have to fork out the dough for the three years.
If I have brain activity, but am not consious, try the following things to get me up and running again: bring in a puppy, make the room smell like coffee, warm chocolate chip cookies, or freshly baked bread, get Kev in there with his guitar to play some good songs, show DVDs of King of the Hill, Scientific American Frontiers (no submarine or disaster episodes please), Steve Martin movies, or Winged Migration, tell me about the trips to Alaska and the Galapagos Islands that I will get to go on when I wake up, and other things known to stimulate me. Let me listen to NPR on weekdays from 10am to 1pm. If you are desparate and have extra cash, see if you can get Elvis Costello in there to sing. That'll probably work.
If I have brain activity, and am concious, get a team of rehab professionals in there to work with me. I want PT-OT-SLP, and make sure they are good people who like their jobs and are not experiencing burn-out. Tell them I will respond to the above list of things I find stimulating.
While I am in the hospital, I want to be wearing house-pants and one of Kev's Calvin Klein white t-shirts. No hospital gowns, and PLEASE no frumpy quilted zip-up old lady house-coats. Make sure there is plenty of lip-balm handy, and hand lotion (fragrance-free!). I want a good pillow, preferably the ones they use in the staterooms on Royal Caribbean ships. Put me by a window, and put bird feeders where I can see them. Do not let anyone try to make me eat anything with mustard, mayo, onions, cabbage, veal, squid, etc. Kev knows what I like to eat, and more importantly, what I don't like. PLEASE DO NOT LET MY FEET GET COLD!
If I can't be saved, please bury me in the house-pants/t-shirt outfit. And clean white cotton ankle socks. No shoes. Put some pictures of people and dogs and cats I like in there with me. And if there is any way you can afford to keep me above-ground, please do.
Well, that's all I can think of for now. If I need to change anything, I will add amendments or something later. Thanks for being witnesses!
Friday, April 01, 2005
American Kestrel - Plano
This is one of the American Kestrels that hangs out near my office building. I wish I had a better zoom lens so you could see how cool it is. If you want to see them, go to the Benigan's parking lot on 75 between 15th and Park, and look for them on the power lines and lamp posts. They are the ones that aren't pigeons or grackles.
This morning, Kev and I went for a walk at White Rock Lake. We saw grackles, cardinals, doves, mallards, wood ducks, redwing blackbirds, cowbirds, killdeers, coots, gulls, great egrets, geese, a pelican, and mockingbirds. The coolest thing we saw was a bunch of barn swallows near the spillway. Very fun to watch, as they are fast and swoopy. This is a great time of year to go to the lake with people you like. Never know what you will see.
It will be kind of sad when Kev gets a job and we can't go the lake on a whim anymore. Plus, then I will have to return to being the cooker. I like cooking, but it has been so great coming home to Kev's fabulous meals.
In preparation for summer, I got a pedicure today. Oh, how I love getting a pedicure. I recommend it to everyone who wants happy feet. I fear the coming of summer. It is my goal to spend as much time as possible outside before the temperatures and mosquitos become unbearable. I have recently discovered the joy of lying on a blanket in my back yard. This is especially fun if there are chips and salsa (I prefer salsa verde), and not much wind.
If Kev and I go to Baja, CA for a friend's wedding in September, I am considering paragliding in San Diego. This involves jumping from a cliff (with a tandem pilot) and soaring above the Pacific Ocean for 25 minutes before landing on the beach below. Can you imagine how much fun that would be? I bet you anything I chicken out. It sucks to be such a wimp.
Well, sorry this blog is so bird-intensive. I tried to get some baseball talk started, but not much came of it. I hope everyone has a nice weekend.