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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Thursday 13

This Thursday, I am still in hardwood floor hell. But, it's almost done, and the floors honestly look beautiful. Because my brain is so shorted out, I decided to find 13 strange facts that you can use to amaze your friends and neighbors with when your brain, too, is shorted out. As per the usual, to visit the other Thursday 13 participants, click here




1. Dogs only sweat glands are between their paw pads (so they are getting sweaty feet stink all over my floors? eeew)


2. In a deck of cards, 52 cards represent the 52 weeks in a year and the 4 suits, the four seasons (I never really thought of that...)

3. Play-Doh was originally formulated for use as a wallpaper cleaner. (so let your kids put it all over the walls. They will be cleaner. Really)

4. The name jeep is derivative of the expression "G.P" military slang for General Purpose Vehicle (interesting...)

5. 'Cinderella' has been made into a movie more times than any other story. (and they wonder why we have such a distorted idea about marriage....)

6. An ostrich eye is bigger than it's brain. (this one was for you, Jo)

7.Cats have 2 sets of vocal cords ( I could have told you that. I think some of mine have double...)

8.TIP is an acronym for 'to insure promptness'- and once upon a time was given in advance. (Would they give it back if they weren't prompt? Doubtful)

9.Houseflies hum in the key of F (so the next time you are looking for a tuning fork...)

10.A dime has 118 ridges around the edge (who had the patience to sit and count that?)

11.Podunk is in Massachusetts. (I always wondered. That would be a lovely address "Podunk, Mass.)

12. Big Bird's costume is made from turkey feather dyed a reasonable shade of shocking yellow. (Reasonable? They call that Reasonable?)

13.Six 8-stud lego pieces can be combined into 102,981,500 ways. Whoa. (That just hurts my brain)

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

what is it? Any guesses?



Noon time edit:

These are suds on the window of the truck when we took it to a car wash the other day....
dog drool? eeeew......

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

gnome sweet gnome

So, its Tuesday when you are reading this. 

And I am not going to talk about my floors.
Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I am going to talk about my floors.
They are not done yet, and I am slowly going crazy. Monday came around, and I guess we took another day to acclimate the wood to the sub floor. They should be close friends by now.
alright. Enough floors. Lets talk about my rock garden.
We have gnomes. Two of them. One laying on a rock, one pushing a wheelbarrow. Cute little guys. But what I am most excited about is this. Go on, look at it. You know you want to. 
Great, isn't it?
Gnome be gone. 
And there are others. Go. Look. Enjoy.
I will wait to post pictures until our own Gnome be gone comes home.
The other two gnomes are shaking in fear....

Monday, April 27, 2009

fresh new start?




Its Monday.

The start of a new week.
The week my floors will finally be finished (please?)
we spent the weekend outside of the house as much as possible. Since it's empty, and all. Saturday was no problem, our local downtown held it's annual vintage car show. We love cars. Especially Mustangs, old trucks, and T-birds. So spending an afternoon wandering amongst the old, beautiful vintage cars was very nice. The weather was beautiful. We all three got sunburned.
Sunday was different. Sunday is usually our lazy day. Our house cleaning day, too. There is no cleaning this house right now. Those of you who follow me on Facebook, go take a look at the pictures. Those of you that WANT to follow me, let me know, I will tell you where to find me.  So, we kind of hung out, talked about some plans for outside the house. Went to a late breakfast. Then we came back and did a few hours of outside work. The pile of rock that had been slowly dwindling down to nothing is now, finally gone. In it's place is a sweet looking rock garden, complete with bigger rocks, and gnomes. Yes, pictures will come. Today I am planting the shrubbery (shrubbery!), including a gorgeous azealea bush we found, for an equally gorgeous price. It was the very last one left, too. People know a good thing when they see it! I will take more pictures after the planting.
Oh, and I hope you like some of the vintage car pictures

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Short Story Saturday

The sound of the buzzing saw interrupted any thought of a nap she was delusional to think she might get to take. For the last three days, her home was not exactly her home anymore. Instead, it was a crazy mix of sawdust, hammers, saws, wood, and strangers.

     It was disconcerting, really, that everything that belonged to her, and her family was on the outside of the house, looking in. Or shoved in a cabinet, or piled high in either bedroom, the only place where any of them could safely walk barefooted. She has not seen her comfortable shoes for three days now.
     Stranger yet, were the strangers. Making themselves so free with her home. Leaving toilet seats up, sitting on the new flooring they were installing, eating taco's from the local Jim Boy's, seemingly care free, not worried that perhaps, they might spill taco sauce on the beautiful oak they were installing. Doesn't matter anyhow, they still have to sand it.
     Then, the annoying one showed up. The one who had done the shuck and jive to get hired for the job, then turned out to be a disappointment. Yes, he is doing a good job on the floor. Yes, it will be beautiful when it is done. But it doesn't make up for a lack of communication, a no show day (2 no show days if she was really counting) and his condescending attitude when he DID finally show up. To make matters worse, on this day, he wanted money. She knew she'd have to fork it over eventually, but, it was nice to hold onto, for awhile anyhow. After she wrote the check, she, for the third time? Or was it more, went over stain colors with him, yet again, and told him NO, he was not to be making the base-boards. We can do that ourselves. Just put the old, perfectly good baseboard's back on, please... He had told the annoying one the exact same thing yesterday. She had told the annoying one the exact same thing the day before. I am sure that on Monday, after a weekend off, the annoying one will have to be told the exact, same thing, again.
     "It will be worth it, it will be worth it" she chants to herself, quietly, so that the strangers don't hear her. She is stuck in the bedroom, all day, like a sick invalid, because it had the temerity to rain, and then SNOW in the last twenty four hours. Snow on all their belongings that are on the outside, looking in. She has only her computer, and her extremely freaked out cats for company. One of the cats was curled next to her bent leg, refusing to be dislodged, glaring at her with ire when she had the nerve to move her leg to a more comfortable position. She didn't really mind, this same cat spent the morning flinching every time a nail gun was fired off. Which was so often that the poor guy looked like he was having a seizure. Her more adventurous cat had taken the opportunity to wander amongst the floor installers earlier, when one of them opened the door to finish the hallway. She found the cat at lunch time, in the same closet as the furnace. Good thing the heater wasn't on. The three cats were going to be extremely disappointed when the furniture was moved back in the home, because their cat tree was a casualty of bad weather shenanigans. It got rained on, then snowed upon. The carpet that covered it is wet, and she fears it will get moldy when it dries. Rebellion of the cats may be near.
     And the dogs. Initially shoved into a bathroom, then thrust outside in the weather. At least they had been running free. Free, that is, until the evil neighbor called and complained that the dogs had the nerve to actually bark (gasp). In fact, they had not been barking, but said neighbor, who is wanting to rent out her house to some poor, unsuspecting fool, wanted to complain BEFORE they barked, thinking she would bring the dogs into the house. Complaining neighbor did not bargain for cranky she, though. Complaining neighbor got told off. But the dogs? They suffered the most, they got tied up. Just in case. Because she doesn't want complaining neighbor to come over and complain even more, because her crappy house didn't get rented. At least it isn't raining, anymore...
"it will be worth it, it will be worth it, it will be worth it"

Friday, April 24, 2009

Friday Mieography


I chose this weeks lady in honor of Earth Day

Rachel Louise Carson was born in 1907, on a small farm in Pennsylvania, near the Allegheny river. Her mother taught Rachel, and her older brother and sister lessons in nature study in the nearby ponds, fields, and forests. She was an avid reader, and even started writing at a very young age. They had a 65 acre farm. She had her first story published when she was eleven years old. She had the usual elementary, and high school education, graduating at the top of her class in 1925. She continued on to college at the Pennsylvania College for Women, (which is now Chatham University), majoring, initially in English, but then switching to a major in Biology. She was eventually accepted at Johns Hopkins University, but could not afford the tuition, so she stayed where she was, and graduated Magna Cum Laude. She took some summer courses at the Marine Biological Library, and then, able to do so, continued her studies at Johns Hopkins in zoology and genetics. She was a part time student there, and worked as an assistant in a laboratory, where she worked with rats, to earn money. She had a few false starts on her dissertation (involving, initially, squirrels, and then pit vipers) but finally completed one on the subject of embryonic development of the pronephros in fish (huh? anyone?). She earned her Masters Degree in zoology. She wanted to continue on to her doctorate, but, the pesky money situation interfered. Her father had died, and she needed to help support the family. She was searching for a full time teaching degree, but ended up, with the help of friends, working at a temporary position with the US Bureau of Fisheries writing radio copy for a series entitled "Romance Under the Waters". It focused on aquatic life, hoping to interest the public in fish biology, and the work of the bureau. She also began submitting articles to a magazine called Chesapeake Bay, based on her research for the radio show. Her supervisor was so pleased with her work that he asked her to write the introduction to thee public brochure about the bureau, and helped to secure her a full time permanent position. She had the job title of junior aquatic biologist.
     Now that she was full time, her main responsibility was to analyze and report data on fish populations and to continue writing brochures and other literature for public consumption. She also wrote many articles for the local newspapers. Tragically, her older sister died, and Rachel became the sole breadwinner for her entire family.
In July 1937, an essay she wrote "Undersea", was published in the Atlantic Monthly. It was a narrative of a journey along the ocean floor. An agent at Simon and Schuster contacted her about turning it into a book. It took her several years, but she eventually published "Under the Sea Wind", which got good reviews, but sold poorly. She continued writing articles and having success.
     She wanted to leave the bureau, which had by now transformed into the Fish and Wildlife Services, but few jobs for naturalists were available, most of the money for science was being thrown at the Manhattan Project.
     Instead, she rose in rank at the Fish and Wildlife Service, supervising a small staff of writers, and becoming the chief editor of publications. She was working on material for her second book, and made the decision to begin to transition to full time writing. Her second book, published by Oxford University Press was "The Sea Around Us". It was on the bestseller list of the NY Times for 86 weeks, and won multiple awards. They even made it into a documentary. She was also awarded two honorary doctorates, and she finally gained enough financial security to quit her job, and focus on writing full time. She began to go out on speaking engagements, and working on the documentary script. She did not like the script that eventually got made, but found she had no rights to stop it. She'd only had the right to "review" it. She considered it "a cross between a believe it or not and a breezy travelogue". Despite her protests, it was a very successful documentary, and even won an Oscar. Rachel never sold the film rights to her work again, however.
     In 1953, Rachel and her mother moved to Southport Island, Maine, where she met her "romantic friend" Dorothy Freeman. Their is much speculation about their relationship, still. The letters they wrote to each other (that weren't destroyed) were eventually made into a book. There is still debate whether it was a homosexual or heterosexual relationship. The fact is, it doesn't really matter, they had a strong, supportive, lasting, enduring friendship that they both valued.
     A third book, "The Edge of the Sea" was written about the ecology and organisms on the Atlantic Shore. It got high revews, and did well. She worked on many projects for the next few years, but found her interests turning more and more to conservation. She bought an area in Maine called "The Lost Woods" to preserve it from development. In the meantime, one of her nieces died tragically, leaving a five year old son whom Rachel adopted. She was caring for him, and her aging mother. They ended up moving to Maryland.
     By 1957, Rachel began to closely follow federal proposals on pesticides. The rest of her career was focused on the dangers of pesticide overuse. She started another book called "Silent Spring", about the damages of widespread DDT, which got multiple agencies in an uproar. She did years and years of research both on her own, and with multiple other agencies, about the damages of pesticides, and the harm they were causing the human race. She ended up sick, herself, though with ulcers, and eventually, cysts in her breasts, causing the need for a mastectomy, and metastatic breast cancer. Eventually, however, "Silent Spring" was published. At that time, Rachel was undergoing radiation treatment for her cancer, and was expected to have little energy to devote to defending her work and responding to the many critics. "Silent Spring", among other things, labeled DDT as a "chemical carcinogen" and basically blew the whistle on the whole pesticide movement. Many environmental activists rallied to her side, to defend her work for her, including the Supreme Court Justice William Douglas. Exerpts from the book were published in almost every local newspaper, spreading the news of harmful pesticides far and wide. The companies that manufactured the pesticides were in strong opposition to the bbook, and tried their best to prevent it's release date, even threatening legal action. This did not stop the roll out of the book, and it was even "book of the month". One of the detractors of the book even called her "a fanatic defender of the cult of the balance of nature". (I think we should all be called that) and another wrote a letter to the president, (Eisenhower) stating that because Rachel was unmarried, she was "probably a communist". They tried to label her an alarmist, but she appeared, in public, to be anything BUT an alarmist. The attacks on her, and the book, lost their momentum in less than a year.
     In one of her last public appearances, she testified before President Kennedy's Science Advisory Committee, which backed her claims. Her health, related to the cancer, steadily declined, with only brief periods of remission. She did as much public speaking as she could, but in the end, she got a respiratory infection, became weakened, and anemic, and eventually died of a heart attack in 1964, at the young age of 56.
I cannot imagine what Rachel would think of the Earth today. We've taken many positive steps to reclaiming the Earth, and some backward ones. She leaves a legacy, both with her books, and her unpublished papers that have now been published.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Thursday 13

This week's topic was thoughtfully provided to me by none other than Ms. Sybil. Sybil Law, that is. I will give fair warning, the topic is morbid. But, a good one, I thought.

So here we go.

13 ways I would NOT want to die...

1. Stroke. aka, CVA.
I see firsthand, all TOO OFTEN how devastating these things are. I have seen it personally, and professionally.

2. Suicide. If I died this way, it would mean that I have abandoned my own belief system and hurt the people that I love the most. No one should ever think I did this to myself. I never would.

3. Alzheimers Dementia. I don't want to forget all I've ever known. AND then die? My biggest fear is dying alone, and the alzheimers patients always feel like they've died alone. Because they don't know anyone.

4. Cancer. Of any kind. Any long, protracted drawn out death is not how I want to leave this earth.  Especially if I am in pain.

5. Car Crash. I don't want to be someone on the side of the road covered in plastic that everyone stops to gawk at.

6. Lung disease. These people suffer to draw their breaths, until they just can't do it anymore. I can't imagine sitting there, feeling the need for air, but being unable to provide it to myself.

7. Congestive Heart Failure. CHF. Lungs filled with fluid because my heart doesn't pump well enough to diurese me well. It's like drowning.

8. GI bleed. This one is fairly disgusting, and would probably mean I drank myself to death. I will spare you all the details.

9. Drowning. See above. Besides. I nearly did drown when I was a kid in a lake and it was not something I want to repeat.

10. In fear. Like, in a situation where I've had to run and or fight hard for my life. Like oh, eaten by something, or fighting off an attacker.

11. Electrocution. Being burned from the inside out  does not appeal to me.

12. Being burnt. Remember that fire and ice poem? I always chose ice.

13. Falling to my death. Eeew. *shudder*

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