BLOGGER TEMPLATES AND TWITTER BACKGROUNDS

Thursday, November 8, 2007

word up

I love words. Words have always intrigued me. I have some that I hate, like poo, and potty. (It drives me nuts to hear grown women excuse themselves to "go potty".)
I don't want to talk about that, though.
Instead I want to focus on words I love. Like "gobsmacked". I know, its a British term. But it just sounds so good. Say it with me, now. Gobsmacked. It sounds great, doesn't it? I cannot use the word often enough. One of the best nights I had in the ICU was the night our British (and favourite) traveler used the word Gobsmacked. I toss in extra u's for her, because I like her that much.
Tulip. I also love the word Tulip. And not because it's my favourite flower. (Another u for my friend, there.. )Just. Tulip.
And how about insouciant? I now think of Cami when I use it. Also, I love the word vivacious.
Stagnant. There is another word I hate. Expectorant is another word I can't stand. Mucous also doesn't thrill me.
'Loverly', though. another favorite word.

So, there are some of mine. Show and tell. What's your favourite word?

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

How Bizarre. . .

So I am at work. I was on call for a very brief time, but got called in, and, am here, at work. Looking at strange internet things.
Since I am unable to look at anything You Tube, (blocked by the hospital gestapo), I find myself reading the silly questions asked on the yahoo question site.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it? Pick a question, and answer it. I'll answer one of them myself in comments.

Cool fish?

Losing My Religion by REM or Come Back and Stay, by Paul Young?

Why is the sociological perspective especially important in studying crime?

Is it safe to take Desyrel and Codeine together?

Choosing wine on a first date?

Dates of conception? Confused?

Is it better to live in Australia or India?

Calculate the value of the double integral on D of xe^ydA, where D is bounded by y=0, y=x^2 and x=1 ? (*huh? WTF? is this even english?)

Would you rather be chased by the CIA or Mafia?

When English kids are playing, why do they put on an american accent?

If money is the root of all evil, what is the root of money?

and finally,

Mamahalin Kaya aki ni paul?

Lets help these poor yahooligans out, and answer their questions, shall we? And yes, these are quoted directly from the site. I could not make this up if I even tried. Especially that one question that I think is math. (is it math, or is it alien communication?)

Monday, November 5, 2007

Does this tag make my butt look big?

See that number hanging off my ear? It means I've been tagged. But, I've been tagged by the best, baby. Sybil Law. I am supposed to post the rules for this here tag, too. So, without further ado, rules:A). Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
B). Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
C). Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
D). Let each person know that they've been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

Alrighty then. Seven strange things about me. (Isn't this similar to the Eight thing?)

1. My prom date was from the Dominican Republic. He was a foreign exchange student, and we had the best time, ever. Recently (today, in fact) he popped up on Facebook, and he is a lawyer/diplomat in London, England. I am so not surprised.

2. I have a small collection of teapots. Why? Dunno. Just because. And no, I actually don't want anymore. I have just the right amount to sit on the "tea cart" that is a decorative part of my home. One more would upset the balance.

3. I like the cold. Snowy, or rainy days make me very very happy. Hot, sucky summer days do not. (Unless I am at a lake, or ocean somewhere).

4.Quite to the opposite of number 3, when I shower, I like the water very very hot. Always have. If my skin isn't red from the water, it's probably not hot enough.

5. I have, next to my computer, a stuffed cockroach, a sheep, my on call fairy, a miniature wicked witch Madame Alexander doll, 2 dragons, and, "Dave", a new clock like thing that MM gave me last week. He's orange, with arms and legs, and his head is a clock. He's awesome. (Bob is jealous).

6. This is harder than I thought. Hmmmmm.Okay, here's one. When I am making Pulla, I always ask my Great Grandma, Mary, to help me out. I talk to her a little bit, and firmly believe that she sends down good thoughts for my bread, ensuring it will rise.

7. Last one. tick tock tick tock. Okay, fine. It's lame. But here. I hate lemon in my iced tea. I like lemon on other things, but it just doesn't belong in my iced tea. Strangely enough, MM is the same way. We've gotten more than one funny look for that one. . .

Okay. Now for my tagging. I choose. . .
MM, of course. Especially because he hasn't blogged in a while, because he claims to have "nothing" to say. There. I just gave him something to say.

David in DC. I know you've done the eight before. Now, you get to do the seven.

And, Jamie. How about it, Jamie? Seven things. It will be easy, really it will.

Uhm, anyone else that hasn't been tagged? If you want to play along, please, do.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

I am sure my BIL has this up at his house, somewhere. . .




Have a good weekend everyone

Friday, November 2, 2007

The Miners' Angel



This is Mother Jones. Mary Harris Jones to be exact. She was born in Cork, Ireland, and raised in Canada. While living in Ireland as a child, she witnessed the British soldiers marching through the streets with the heads of Irishmen stuck on their bayonets. Her paternal grandfather was hung for being an Irish freedom fighter, and her father was forced to flee for the same activities. She taught for a while in Michigan, and decided she liked sewing better than bossing children around, so she became a dressmaker. Then she moved to Memphis Tennessee, and began to teach again. While there, she met George, an iron molder, who was a member of the Iron Molders' Union. They married, and had four children. then within one week, her husband, and all her children died in a Yellow Fever Epidemic. After this, she went back to Chicago, and dressmaking.
Fate wasn't done with her yet, however. Four years later, in the great Chicago fire, she lost everything.
After this, she started to become involved in the labor movement, wanting to pass on what she'd learned from her husband all those years ago.She also had worked, sewing, for many wealthy Chicago families, and witnessed firsthand the social inequality, and troubles it lead to.
She became involved in the Knights of Labor, and in between working as a seamstress would travel back and forth across the country, to different industrial areas, citing her home as "wherever there is a fight". In 1877, she was at the Pittsburgh railway strike, in the 1880's, she was organizing and running educational meetings, in 1898 she helped to found the Social Democratic Party, and in 1905 she was present when the Industrial Workers of the World was founded.
She was also heavily involved with the struggles of the coal miners, helping to organize the United Mine Workers. She stayed involved with them heavily through the years, and often, when there was a strike, would involve the wives and children of the miners to dramatize the situation. In 1912, she actually lead a march of the miners children through the streets of Charleston, W. Va. and in 1913, she was arrested at a strike, and charged and convicted by a military court of conspiring to commit murder. They sentenced her to 60 years in prison. She was 83 years old. However, the governor set her free. Then she went to Colorado to fight for the miners there. She was arrested and imprisoned twice, during that time.
She stayed active, protesting for and taking care of the miners until she died, just seven months after her 100th birthday. She was once denounced by the US Senate as "the grandmother of all agitators" and was proud of that title. She was also known to say "I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hellraiser."
So, today is for Mother Jones, the mother of all the mine workers, and then some.

*I think it's worth stating the obvious here that I barely scratch the surface of these wonderful women I've been posting about each Friday. There is so much more to them, but to blog it all, it would be a book, not a blog.*

Thursday, November 1, 2007

tricks and treats

Yesterday, I took a trip to the Grocery Store. Most of you realize how much I loooooove to do that, right?
It wasn't so bad, the old people to me ratio wasn't too high, and I found what I wanted fairly quickly. Of course, it being Halloween, there was actually quite a store full of people after candy. Dumb bunnies. Don't they know that the only crap left in the store on the day of Halloween will more than likely get their house egged? I mean, really.
So I jump into a line with the stuff I had, and though my cart wasn't in the walkway, and there was plenty of room behind me, some lady decided she had to park her cart right next to mine, on my left hand side. She was literally standing right at my elbow. INSIDE MY PERSONAL SPACE SPACE.
Now, I let people in my personal space. But those are MY people I let in. Not some random shopper at the store. Uncomfortable, I move a litte, ensuring that I ram her cart a few times. (Love taps, really). She doesn't take the freakin' hint. Then, the lady ahead of us moves forward. I sigh with relief. I'll be darned if the space sucking old lady doesn't just move right forward, right along side of me! Now I am starting to wonder. Does she want me to just let her go ahead of me? Is that part of her tactics? Getting into people's space to annoy them so they just let her go ahead? I cast my eye over her cart. She's got about as much as I do, not one or two things, but less than a cart full. And it's the principal. So, I stand my ground, grit my teeth, and remain spacially challenged. But then it was my turn to go, and I did, and I swear I heard her gnashing her teeth as I sailed in, and greeted the cashier. Ha, take that you space invading wrinkly old bag!
Then leaving the parking lot, I was serenaded by the high school band, who were having an impromptu concert near the grocery store. The kids were all in costume, the most noticeable one being a french horn player dressed as a box of raisins. I wondered how that kid sat down anywhere yesterday.
There was a little girl playing the flute, and my mind, it slipped back to highschool, when we used to do what they were doing. And all the sudden, I was a teenager again, even if just for a spare moment. Then I got into my car, and drove away. But I was smiling. And it was Halloween.