Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wild about Harry
I just watched several different trailers for the next Harry Potter movie. I can hardly wait!!!!
Friday, June 26, 2009
I Solemnly Swear
I am up to no good.
No, that's not what I meant to say! (LOL)
I solemnly swear that when I get so old and decrepit that I'm afraid to drive the 35 mph speed limit, I will turn in my car keys. Honest to God, I'm so *#@!! tired of being stuck behind some ol' grampaw or grammaw weaving and wobbling their way up New Burton Road at 15 mph that I could just scream "IF YOU CAN'T DRIVE 35 FREAKIN MILES PER HOUR, GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD!!!!!!" Jesus Christ, it drives me nuts . . . especially at 7:45 a.m.!
No, that's not what I meant to say! (LOL)
I solemnly swear that when I get so old and decrepit that I'm afraid to drive the 35 mph speed limit, I will turn in my car keys. Honest to God, I'm so *#@!! tired of being stuck behind some ol' grampaw or grammaw weaving and wobbling their way up New Burton Road at 15 mph that I could just scream "IF YOU CAN'T DRIVE 35 FREAKIN MILES PER HOUR, GET THE HELL OFF THE ROAD!!!!!!" Jesus Christ, it drives me nuts . . . especially at 7:45 a.m.!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Awesome!
Bobby and I went to IHOP for dinner last night (yum!). He was working 4-12, so I picked him up and drove to IHOP.
Anyway, as I was leaving the house, I saw what looked like a dead baby bird in the birdbath. I went over to make sure of what it was (seed propellers from the Japanese maple, thank God) when suddenly something went whizzing past my head. I heard a lot of high-pitched, rapid twittering (very much like a bat) and a loud buzzing (like a cicada); so I stopped to look around ... and realized I was being buzzed by two (or maybe three) hummingbirds! They were feeding at the hosta flowers and took great exception to my being in "their" territory! They flew around my head and past my ears for a few seconds, twittering and chittering for all they were worth, then flew away. What a thrill!!!
Anyway, as I was leaving the house, I saw what looked like a dead baby bird in the birdbath. I went over to make sure of what it was (seed propellers from the Japanese maple, thank God) when suddenly something went whizzing past my head. I heard a lot of high-pitched, rapid twittering (very much like a bat) and a loud buzzing (like a cicada); so I stopped to look around ... and realized I was being buzzed by two (or maybe three) hummingbirds! They were feeding at the hosta flowers and took great exception to my being in "their" territory! They flew around my head and past my ears for a few seconds, twittering and chittering for all they were worth, then flew away. What a thrill!!!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
The fun just never ends!!!
Wow, what a day yesterday was! Bobby and I had the grandchildren for a sleep-over on Friday, and we went over to DC on Saturday. Why did we go to DC? Well, Fahrney’s had an open house, and Bobby wanted to get me a pen for my birthday. (Nice guy, that Bobby, eh?)
I love going to Fahrney’s because I love looking at all the beautiful pens. I was a bit worried about Rebecca and Liam becoming bored—after all, how interesting can pens be to kids who are 5 and 4 years old, respectively? Well, actually, it turns out the store was quite interesting to the little kids. It helped that the first thing that happened was one of the nice ladies there gave each child a chicken pencil—a pencil with a cap that was actually a pencil sharpener topped by a rooster head. They thought that was the coolest thing ever! It also helped that the display cases and counters were at an eye level for two fairly small people, and they absolutely had a blast looking at those pens. Honestly, Rebecca and Liam were about as perfect as one could expect two children in a “grown up” store to be!
The pen that caught my eye (and, I found out later, Bobby’s eye) was a Stipula La 91, also known as a Bayonet. Check it out here:
http://www.pens.it/pens.htm?stipula/_91.htm
Raffaela, the Stipula representative there, had one in tortoise (which to me looks more like one of those beautiful gold, black, and brown koi) and others in blue, black, and red. The tortoise was translucent and seemed to glow, while the other colors were opaque. She said that Stipula isn’t making the tortoise La 91s any more, but they will be starting production for the plain colors again. Even more appealing to me was the fact that it came with a .9mm stub!
That was the only pen that really hollered “BUY ME” at me, so that’s the one I got. And, boy, is it a treat to use! The pen is actually very small and takes only cartridges, so I loaded it up with a Pelikan turquoise cart as soon as I got home. The nib has some very nice “give” to it and lays down a lovely wet line. The pen is also remarkably weighty, and it fits perfectly in my hand. My pen is a lot lighter in color than the photo on line; and I have the feeling that I’m going to be spending a lot of time turning the pen over and over in my hand, just looking at it rather than writing with it!
After we got home from DC and returned the children to Sara, we went out for dinner with our friends, Mollie and Skip, and our daughter, Katrina, and son-in-law, Chris. We went to Sheridan’s, which is very much like an Irish pub . . . only it’s set down in Smyrna, DE. Their fish and chips are the best I’ve had this side of the Big Pond. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mollie was very generous, as was Skip, and K & C gave me three Queen CDs! Woo hoo—gonna play me some Freddie!
When we got back home after our lovely dinner, I remembered that I hadn’t checked the mail; and when I did, I found that I received the backordered pen that I got with a gift certificate from K&C for Swisher’s Pens: The Namiki MU/M90. WHAT a cool pen! Check it out here:
http://www.namiki.com/limitedEditions/mu90.php
It is, as you might expect, an absolute nail; but it’s just as smooth as smooth can be. I filled it with Rohrer & Klingner Cassia (a very nice purple-purple). My pen is #309. (You know, I never in a thousand years thought I’d ever be getting any “limited edition” pens—I mean, how ostentatious! But here I am with four of them. I guess it only goes to show that things don’t always go as one might think!)
And, by the way, the folks at Swisher Pens absolutely ROCK. I had a couple of questions and concerns when I placed the order and afterward when they sent the payment request, and they sent replies within hours of my e-mails. You just don’t get (or rarely get) service like that any more. The Swisher folks are wonderful!
Ok, now I really am going to have to get rid of a few pens. My collectulation (or is it an accumulection?) is getting out of hand…
I love going to Fahrney’s because I love looking at all the beautiful pens. I was a bit worried about Rebecca and Liam becoming bored—after all, how interesting can pens be to kids who are 5 and 4 years old, respectively? Well, actually, it turns out the store was quite interesting to the little kids. It helped that the first thing that happened was one of the nice ladies there gave each child a chicken pencil—a pencil with a cap that was actually a pencil sharpener topped by a rooster head. They thought that was the coolest thing ever! It also helped that the display cases and counters were at an eye level for two fairly small people, and they absolutely had a blast looking at those pens. Honestly, Rebecca and Liam were about as perfect as one could expect two children in a “grown up” store to be!
The pen that caught my eye (and, I found out later, Bobby’s eye) was a Stipula La 91, also known as a Bayonet. Check it out here:
http://www.pens.it/pens.htm?stipula/_91.htm
Raffaela, the Stipula representative there, had one in tortoise (which to me looks more like one of those beautiful gold, black, and brown koi) and others in blue, black, and red. The tortoise was translucent and seemed to glow, while the other colors were opaque. She said that Stipula isn’t making the tortoise La 91s any more, but they will be starting production for the plain colors again. Even more appealing to me was the fact that it came with a .9mm stub!
That was the only pen that really hollered “BUY ME” at me, so that’s the one I got. And, boy, is it a treat to use! The pen is actually very small and takes only cartridges, so I loaded it up with a Pelikan turquoise cart as soon as I got home. The nib has some very nice “give” to it and lays down a lovely wet line. The pen is also remarkably weighty, and it fits perfectly in my hand. My pen is a lot lighter in color than the photo on line; and I have the feeling that I’m going to be spending a lot of time turning the pen over and over in my hand, just looking at it rather than writing with it!
After we got home from DC and returned the children to Sara, we went out for dinner with our friends, Mollie and Skip, and our daughter, Katrina, and son-in-law, Chris. We went to Sheridan’s, which is very much like an Irish pub . . . only it’s set down in Smyrna, DE. Their fish and chips are the best I’ve had this side of the Big Pond. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm! Mollie was very generous, as was Skip, and K & C gave me three Queen CDs! Woo hoo—gonna play me some Freddie!
When we got back home after our lovely dinner, I remembered that I hadn’t checked the mail; and when I did, I found that I received the backordered pen that I got with a gift certificate from K&C for Swisher’s Pens: The Namiki MU/M90. WHAT a cool pen! Check it out here:
http://www.namiki.com/limitedEditions/mu90.php
It is, as you might expect, an absolute nail; but it’s just as smooth as smooth can be. I filled it with Rohrer & Klingner Cassia (a very nice purple-purple). My pen is #309. (You know, I never in a thousand years thought I’d ever be getting any “limited edition” pens—I mean, how ostentatious! But here I am with four of them. I guess it only goes to show that things don’t always go as one might think!)
And, by the way, the folks at Swisher Pens absolutely ROCK. I had a couple of questions and concerns when I placed the order and afterward when they sent the payment request, and they sent replies within hours of my e-mails. You just don’t get (or rarely get) service like that any more. The Swisher folks are wonderful!
Ok, now I really am going to have to get rid of a few pens. My collectulation (or is it an accumulection?) is getting out of hand…
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Grumbles and rants
I am being a complete stinkpot. Skip and Mollie are getting together with Bobby and me for my birthday celebration on Saturday. True to form, Mollie is expecting moi to host my own birthday party. You know: Come over to my house, play some music, go out to dinner, come back to my house, etc., etc. Of course, who gets to clean the house before then clean up after? Plus, she always brings something to eat after we stuff ourselves at dinner; so I end up with stuff I don't want in my refrigerator, dirty dishes to clean, etc. And all because the inside of Mollie's house is like one huge landfill.
Well, I'm damned sick and tired of the "Let's have a party at your house" shtick for every single occasion; and I am not "hosting" for music at my own house for my own birthday. Maybe I should feel flattered that this house is so comfortable and welcoming, but I don't. I feel pissed off and put-upon that I'm "expected" to do this because I "have someone to help around the house."
What bullshit. There are two people, two birds, and one dog living in this house. That means there are four other beings to pick up and clean up after--and believe me, the birds and Scout don't do a damned thing to clean up after themselves!
Mollie's mother's death is simply the latest excuse for not cleaning/picking up her house. The main problem is that Mollie never does pick up her house--there is not a single piece of furniture that isn't piled high with crap. Every single chair, table, sofa, TV, computer, etc., is covered. And now her car is filled to the roof with stuff from her mother's house--she can't even unload the freakin car because she doesn't have any place to put the stuff! Jesus.
You know, when my mother died, I had a house, a husband, two kids in college, two cats, and a dog to take care of while working AND single-handedly taking care of settling Mother's estate. I had a hell of a lot more to do than simply pick out what I wanted from Mother's house. Yet I still managed to keep my house picked up. It was frequently messy (it still is frequently messy), but it sure didn't look like the aftermath of a rummage sale! I didn't have shit piled three and four layers deep on every horizontal space--not before, not during, not after. There's no damned excuse for that.
Ok, that's not a Christian attitude. Too bad. Even Jesus got pissed off (Matthew, Chapter 21). But I really don't see why some effort can't be expended on my behalf for a change. (Yeah, I know: What a selfish beeyotch.) Oh well, I guess I'm just not worth it, eh?
Well, I'm damned sick and tired of the "Let's have a party at your house" shtick for every single occasion; and I am not "hosting" for music at my own house for my own birthday. Maybe I should feel flattered that this house is so comfortable and welcoming, but I don't. I feel pissed off and put-upon that I'm "expected" to do this because I "have someone to help around the house."
What bullshit. There are two people, two birds, and one dog living in this house. That means there are four other beings to pick up and clean up after--and believe me, the birds and Scout don't do a damned thing to clean up after themselves!
Mollie's mother's death is simply the latest excuse for not cleaning/picking up her house. The main problem is that Mollie never does pick up her house--there is not a single piece of furniture that isn't piled high with crap. Every single chair, table, sofa, TV, computer, etc., is covered. And now her car is filled to the roof with stuff from her mother's house--she can't even unload the freakin car because she doesn't have any place to put the stuff! Jesus.
You know, when my mother died, I had a house, a husband, two kids in college, two cats, and a dog to take care of while working AND single-handedly taking care of settling Mother's estate. I had a hell of a lot more to do than simply pick out what I wanted from Mother's house. Yet I still managed to keep my house picked up. It was frequently messy (it still is frequently messy), but it sure didn't look like the aftermath of a rummage sale! I didn't have shit piled three and four layers deep on every horizontal space--not before, not during, not after. There's no damned excuse for that.
Ok, that's not a Christian attitude. Too bad. Even Jesus got pissed off (Matthew, Chapter 21). But I really don't see why some effort can't be expended on my behalf for a change. (Yeah, I know: What a selfish beeyotch.) Oh well, I guess I'm just not worth it, eh?
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
From the mouths of babes
We had Rebecca over for a sleep-over Monday night. She was talking about the thunderstorm we had, and of course I had to sing (in my best Queen fashion) "Thunderbolt and lightning--very, very frightning me"
Then in my best Roger Taylor voice: "Galileo!"
Rebecca laughed and said "Baba, you crack me up."
LOL!
Then in my best Roger Taylor voice: "Galileo!"
Rebecca laughed and said "Baba, you crack me up."
LOL!
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