In case you aren't sure how to celebrate Halloween, here are a few ideas. This video is pretty short (only about a minute long) so check it out.
Happy Halloween!!!
Happy Halloween!!!
10.31.2006
10.27.2006
10.26.2006
What's In Your Fridge?
Pretty sad, yeah?
TOTAL CONTENTS:
TOTAL CONTENTS:- Bottom level reserved for beer ~ Bud Light, Fat Tire, Amber Bock, Schlafly and maybe some other stuff that's been left from over the summer.
- Five Diet 7-Ups.
- About half a dozen of eggs - but I don't know if they are safe to eat. They've been in there for a while.
- The yellow bowl on the top shelf contains cereal that I poured for myself before I realized the milk was bad. I didn't want to throw away the cereal, so the bowl has been sitting there for a couple weeks now, waiting for me to buy more milk.
- One and a half Red Bulls. (From the last time I made "Shreks" at my place. Recipe: Equal parts Red Bull and UV Blue Vodka.)
- A lonely Yoplait Yogurt.
- Some butter.
- Left over Penne Pasta with Chicken from McGurk's last night.
It is a wonder that I'm not starving to death.
10.24.2006
Suicidal Squirrels
This morning a squirrel ran out in front of my car as I was on my way to work.
I clenched my eyes and waited to hear a thump or crunch but heard neither. I willed myself not to look in my review mirror, not wanting to know if the squirrel had gone to meet his maker.
I gave in and peeked timidly into the rearview. No squirrel! He had survived! I was not a squirrel murderer... today!
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Last spring, I was driving down a road. It was two lanes both ways and separated by an island of grass and shrubberies between.
As I drove, I saw a squirrel begin to cross the other two lanes of traffic.
"Poor little squirrel," I thought. "I hope he doesn't get hit!"
The squirrel sprinted across the two lanes of traffic and safely made it to the grassy area in the middle of the road.
Then, the squirrel, as if he had not had enough excitement for the day, decided to sprint across my lanes of traffic. I slowed down, watching him, not wanting to have guilt and squirrel guts smooshed all over my car.
He made it across my lane of traffic just as a car on the right side of me sped past...
The squirrel made a u-turn to try to escape back to the safety of the landscaped island...
And ran directly under the right front tire of my car.
I looked in the rearview mirror that time and saw the smashed squirrel on the road.
I had done it... I had made roadkill.
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I remember as a child, I was the oldest of two girls. My little brother was not born until I was nine years old, so my father used to try to get me involved in his interests since he didn't have a son.
My dad liked to go hunting.
He would take me down to Grandma and Grandpa's house, which sat on about sixty acres of woods, to go squirrel hunting. We would go down on a Friday night and wake up before the sun came up on Sunday morning.
Dad and I would walk through the woods, looking for little squirrels hopping from branch to branch, enjoying the brisk fall air. Dad carried his rifle and would expertly shoot the the squirrels.
Then he and I would tromp through the brush and leaves and look for the fallen creature. When we found him, I would pull out a plastic grocery bag. Dad would pick it up and put it in the bag. It was my job to carry the deceased until we were finished hunting and back at the house where Dad would skin the squirrels.
Dad might as well have brought a hound dog with him. At least the hound dog wouldn't have talked the whole time and scared the squirrels away.
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One time, Grandma made squirrel stew. It looked like it still had hairs in the meat. I refused to eat it.
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And while we're on the subject:
I clenched my eyes and waited to hear a thump or crunch but heard neither. I willed myself not to look in my review mirror, not wanting to know if the squirrel had gone to meet his maker.
I gave in and peeked timidly into the rearview. No squirrel! He had survived! I was not a squirrel murderer... today!
***********
Last spring, I was driving down a road. It was two lanes both ways and separated by an island of grass and shrubberies between.
As I drove, I saw a squirrel begin to cross the other two lanes of traffic.
"Poor little squirrel," I thought. "I hope he doesn't get hit!"
The squirrel sprinted across the two lanes of traffic and safely made it to the grassy area in the middle of the road.
Then, the squirrel, as if he had not had enough excitement for the day, decided to sprint across my lanes of traffic. I slowed down, watching him, not wanting to have guilt and squirrel guts smooshed all over my car.
He made it across my lane of traffic just as a car on the right side of me sped past...
The squirrel made a u-turn to try to escape back to the safety of the landscaped island...
And ran directly under the right front tire of my car.
I looked in the rearview mirror that time and saw the smashed squirrel on the road.
I had done it... I had made roadkill.
***************
I remember as a child, I was the oldest of two girls. My little brother was not born until I was nine years old, so my father used to try to get me involved in his interests since he didn't have a son.
My dad liked to go hunting.
He would take me down to Grandma and Grandpa's house, which sat on about sixty acres of woods, to go squirrel hunting. We would go down on a Friday night and wake up before the sun came up on Sunday morning.
Dad and I would walk through the woods, looking for little squirrels hopping from branch to branch, enjoying the brisk fall air. Dad carried his rifle and would expertly shoot the the squirrels.
Then he and I would tromp through the brush and leaves and look for the fallen creature. When we found him, I would pull out a plastic grocery bag. Dad would pick it up and put it in the bag. It was my job to carry the deceased until we were finished hunting and back at the house where Dad would skin the squirrels.
Dad might as well have brought a hound dog with him. At least the hound dog wouldn't have talked the whole time and scared the squirrels away.
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One time, Grandma made squirrel stew. It looked like it still had hairs in the meat. I refused to eat it.
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And while we're on the subject:
10.22.2006
Extended Family
My mother has eight brothers and sisters. Almost all of them live on the East Coast and while I was growing up, we would travel out to visit for three weeks or so every summer. My cousin, Amy, and I were inseparable during those visits and we are still close, however, neither of us has made the trek to visit the other in several years.
My dad has three siblings and I have fifteen cousins on that side of the family. One of my aunts lives in the area; the other two live in Denver and Ann Arbor. We get together for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter and sometimes Fourth of July.
Even though I have a large family in numbers, while I was growing up, our family was pretty isolated. We didn't really ever have neighbors over for barbecues during the summer, no friends came over to play cards and hang out on the weekends. I remember my best friend from school was always going over to this other family's house for all sorts of events. They even went on vacations together.
Our family was pretty quiet, I guess. My parents had a lot of marital problems, although they didn't end up getting divorced until after I had graduated from college. My dad was involved in city politics and knew a lot of people, but it was almost like our family didn't want to let too many people in close to see what really went on inside our home. My mom kept herself isolated and only confided her problems in long distance phone calls to her sister.
A few years ago, I was invited over to a friend of a friend's garage to play cards and drink some beer. There I met the beginning of what I consider my extended family. They themselves are an extended family: siblings, cousins, old friends from high school, and random connections that somehow tie this eclectic group together. Their children are growing up together like family. We see each other almost every week. We go on vacations together. There is a closeness between us that reminds me of what a family should be.
Today, I am going to the baptism of the newest addition to this family. How lucky am I to be invited to be a part of this beautiful baby girl's life? When I was growing up, this would have been an event for "real" family only... that is, if they were in town at the time.
I am grateful to have these wonderful people in my life. I hope that as we continue in our lives, we can continue to experience life with each other. Joys and successes, sorrows and frustrations. Because that's what family is for...
(But if anyone else moves to freakin' Foley, I'll be pissed right off!)
My dad has three siblings and I have fifteen cousins on that side of the family. One of my aunts lives in the area; the other two live in Denver and Ann Arbor. We get together for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter and sometimes Fourth of July.
Even though I have a large family in numbers, while I was growing up, our family was pretty isolated. We didn't really ever have neighbors over for barbecues during the summer, no friends came over to play cards and hang out on the weekends. I remember my best friend from school was always going over to this other family's house for all sorts of events. They even went on vacations together.
Our family was pretty quiet, I guess. My parents had a lot of marital problems, although they didn't end up getting divorced until after I had graduated from college. My dad was involved in city politics and knew a lot of people, but it was almost like our family didn't want to let too many people in close to see what really went on inside our home. My mom kept herself isolated and only confided her problems in long distance phone calls to her sister.
A few years ago, I was invited over to a friend of a friend's garage to play cards and drink some beer. There I met the beginning of what I consider my extended family. They themselves are an extended family: siblings, cousins, old friends from high school, and random connections that somehow tie this eclectic group together. Their children are growing up together like family. We see each other almost every week. We go on vacations together. There is a closeness between us that reminds me of what a family should be.
Today, I am going to the baptism of the newest addition to this family. How lucky am I to be invited to be a part of this beautiful baby girl's life? When I was growing up, this would have been an event for "real" family only... that is, if they were in town at the time.
I am grateful to have these wonderful people in my life. I hope that as we continue in our lives, we can continue to experience life with each other. Joys and successes, sorrows and frustrations. Because that's what family is for...
(But if anyone else moves to freakin' Foley, I'll be pissed right off!)
10.20.2006
Sports Corner 3
(To the tune of The Fray's "Over My Head")
Over their heads
Over their heads
Eight innings of tied game
Ninth’s not the same
It’s not the same
I always knew
I always knew the Cardinals would come through
That all the fans would be waiting on a queue
For tickets to the Series in the Lou
That’s how its gonna be
Suppan’s fastball and then a strike three
The homerun hammered over the wall by Yadi
Then Shea stadium goes silent and
Everyone thought they were in
Over their heads
Over their heads
Eight innings of tied game
Ninth’s not the same
It’s not the same
Let’s rearrange
The batting order and maybe make a pitching change
Tony puts in Wainwright for the last exchange
The Redbirds are finally on center stage
Predictions that the Mets will beat the Cards
Have faith in Eckstein and Belliard
Then the Mets are beaten in their own backyard
Over their heads
Over their heads
Eight innings of tied game
Ninth’s not the same
It’s not the same
And suddenly, the Mets are part of our past
The predictions just don’t seem to last
And we’re winning and it seems effortless
With a crack of the bat, the Cardinals will never look back
Head to Detroit and unpack
Never thought that we'd make it this far
Won't let it go we win four more
Over their heads
Over their heads
Eight innings of tied game
Ninth’s not the same
It’s not the same
10.19.2006
Looking for the perfect Christmas gift?
Consider the classic gift of a
Wooden Sushi Slicing Playset!
Just think of the hours of fun that
your little one will have
slicing and dicing wooden fish!
And if you think that wooden sushi just isn't enough,
check out this added feature!
"Realistic Chopping Sound As You Cut Your Sushi Rolls!"
Set complete with chopsticks!
Wooden Sushi Slicing Playset!
Just think of the hours of fun that
your little one will have
slicing and dicing wooden fish!
And if you think that wooden sushi just isn't enough,
check out this added feature!
"Realistic Chopping Sound As You Cut Your Sushi Rolls!"Set complete with chopsticks!
Lost!
Has anybody seen a yellow
Sharpie Accent Liquid Highlighter?
Sharpie Accent Liquid Highlighter?
Last seen in the coffee cup on my desk
Friday, October 13
at approximately 3:20 p.m.
Friday, October 13
at approximately 3:20 p.m.
I left for a conference on Saturday morning
and when I got back it was gone.
and when I got back it was gone.
REWARD!!!
(Has anyone seen my Swingline stapler? I had a red Swingline stapler...)
10.18.2006
Sports Corner 2**
So how 'bout those Cards?!?!
A couple of thoughts that I've had while watching the playoffs:You know the jerk who has the expensive seats behind home plate and you can see him talking on his cell phone? All of a sudden the guy starts waving frantically because the person on the phone tells him, "Hey, I see you on TV!"
Don't be that guy!
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Another guy you don't want to be is the idiot who still hasn't learned the lesson that it is NOT a wise decision to try to lean over the wall onto the field to grab a ball that is still in play. You may think that it is foul or that you are catching a home run, but come on! Remember the poor guy for the Cubs a few years back? Do you want that to be you? Last night a fan leaned over and scooped up a ball that was fair. It was an automatic double for the Mets, which it probably would have ended up being anyway, but for God's sake, grow a brain!
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Every year the Cards are in the playoffs, there is a player from the other team that we all love to hate. Last year, it was Berkman of the Houston Astros. This year, it is Jose Valentin.
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Watching sporting events has really improved my lip reading skills. I can recognize words like What the fuh... and Dangnabit.
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Let's go Cards! One more game! Hopefully Carpenter can make it happen for us tonight up in Shea Stadium.
**Back by special request by Dave!!
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