I think tonight’s episode, “Locked In”, is just a copy of a MASH episode.
Just a thought ….
(time lapse as I google the episode)
Hah! I’m not the only one who immediately thought of MASH. Check this out. Double hah!
By the time I logged into this site I forgot the incredible bit of wisdom I was going to share. This is my future in my face and it is now.
We are doing Dvorak’s New World Symphony next week, so I’m hearing the words “Staying Home” to the English horn solo (frequently called “Going Home”). Go figure.
But anyway … home I shall stay. My stupid stomach started acting up last night, and has decided not to stop. For a while I feel just fine, and then it starts up again. It’s like this cramping yucky feeling. No fever. No other problems.
I’m gonna guess it’s stress related. Go figure.
Meanwhile, this does mean I’ll get to give Jameson and Megan hugs goodbye before they head down to SoCal. So that’s nice. I only wish I could go too. But who wants an old mom along anyway?!
Now I might as well get out of my nice clothes and put on comfy stuff since I’m going to wind up under blankets for the day.
It’s extremely embarrassing (horrifying? humiliating) to look out my studio window and see our neighbor, who has a lot of guests over, clearly talking about our side yard. Which is a mess. Sigh.
No wonder he whacked down our weeds in the front that sits between our houses yesterday.
Ouch, ouch, ouch!
Sometimes line breaks really matter. I wonder why some poets choose the line breaks they do; I sometimes think it’s just that they think it looks good, and other times it’s for cleverness. But then there are things other than poetry that have line breaks. I just read something at Facebook that made me pause for a moment:
Tattoo a breast
cancer awareness ribbon
on your profile and
send them to friends.
You’ll find this tattoo
under “symbols.” It’s easy.
Now it’s possible I’ve not gotten all the line breaks quite right, but I KNOW that first one is. Because I read the beginning as this:
Tattoo a breast.
Yep. Just “tattoo a breast”. And then I thought they were suggested that you tattoo the words “cancer awareness ribbon” on it. And I thought, “Well, that just doesn’t make sense! Maybe mean to tattoo one of those pink ribbons on your breast because they can’t mean you should tattoo those words!”
And yes. I am just that weird to believe that they would suggest this.
… for Dan to do the grocery shopping. (Although maybe you won’t want to after reading this, Dan!)
Just when you thought it was safe to buy groceries again, with the salmonella and melamine scares behind you, come reports of deadly spiders lurking in your local grocery’s produce. Right Pundits reported today on a deadly Brazilian Wandering Spider, also known as a Banana Spider, in a Whole Foods supermarket in Tulsa Sunday. Fortunately, a spider-savvy member of the Whole Foods produce team recognized the deadly Brazilian Wandering Spider and dispatched it to the University of Tulsa’s Animal Facilitiies Department. The spider was destroyed Wednesday after a Tulsa University official expressed safety concerns about the University housing a deadly spider.
RTWT and be afraid.
It took me 3 1/2 hours to drink my glass of wine. I’m such a goof sometimes. Or I’m slow. But at least a person can’t get drunk when she is that pokey, eh?
I walked into The Abbey (for lunch) and the person behind the counter took one look at me and said, “I LOVE your hair!”
I told her she made my day.
No one ever compliments my hair. This was quite the surprise. ;-)
TOO CUTE
These young boys are in here having a soda. As they were leaving a cute, slightly older girl walked in. I’ve never seen boys look so happy … at least not in a long time. They were grinning and after saying “hi” to her just stood near her staring. Apparently she’s a tutor (I heard that much and her student was there) and she finally said something about needing space and they left. But they were just hysterically cute and it made me smile. Something I need to do sometimes, I guess.
I’m at The Abbey, my fave little coffee place in Santa Cruz. Two women near me must be planning something with kids … maybe a youth group or something … but all one is doing is whining about kids. She is, as I can hear, a totally together and perfect person herself. Gee, I hope I don’t sound quite like that when I’m talking with friends!
“Kids these days just have it so easy,” she says.
Yeah. Wait until they try to buy a house. Sigh.
But she is wearing those really ugly Ugs (is that how you spell that?) so I am not taking her at all seriously. So there.
The guy next to me has earbuds on and called a friend on Skype (I guess that’s what you say, eh?). He is talking very loudly because she can’t hear him well. He said he can hear her fine (I can’t … darn earbuds!). Oh well.
This is a reason I like being home. I hate hearing other people’s full or half conversations, but they all talk so loudly it’s difficult not to listen. Guess I should don MY earbuds and put on some music, yes?