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Monday, August 31, 2009

Fire everywhere, again

Well, it's that time of year again.

I was really hoping we'd dodge the bullet this year, but California is on fire, again. This time, the fire's are a little to close to home.
We had an apartment complex burn down yesterday morning, and now a big grass fire burning down a section of one of our highways.
And the air quality today is just
un-fabulous.
And most of the Southern State is on fire, too.

Fire sucks. I said it last year. I repeat it this year.
I know, it's nature's way of clearing things out, things go back greener, ect. ect.
Seen it first hand at my parents house.
But, tell that to the people who lost their homes, and important stuff over the weekend.
Fire sucks...

(so how are you all this Monday? :)

Friday, August 28, 2009

Friday Mieography


Sarah Lockwood Pardee was born in New Haven, Connecticut, in September of 1839. In the early 1860's she met William Wirt Winchester, the son of the famous gun manufacturer, Oliver Winchester. Sarah married William in 1862, in a very elaborate wedding. They went on to have a daughter, Annie, who, sadly, died when she was only six months old. Traumatized over the death of her daughter, Sarah began her descent into madness, and began to shun the high society she had once been a shining member of. They had no other children. Just when Sarah was starting to function again, life dealt her another harsh blow. Her husband died, of tuberculosis. Sarah became convinced the Winchester family was cursed.

She inherited twenty million dollars when William died, and almost half ownership in the Winchester Repeating Arms Company, which gained her an additional one thousand dollars a day, just in royalties. This was little comfort to her, having lost her family.
A friend, trying to help, suggested she seek the advice of a medium. Sarah did so, and the medium actually verified to Sarah that the family was cursed by the spirits of all those who had been killed by Winchester Rifles. And those spirits had taken her daughter, and husband as their revenge. Furthermore, the only thing she could do was to purchase a house, add on to it continuously, to house the spirits. If construction ended, Sarah would die.
So, in 1884, Sarah bought a house, in San Jose, California, and started using her fortune, to add on to the house. She continued this every day of every week, of every year, for an astounding 38 years. It ended the day she died, at the age of eighty five. She died in her sleep, and is buried next to her husband and daughter.
Sarah designed all the construction, and did her best to confuse the spirits of the house, including having stair cases that end precisely no where. During the great earthquake that hit San Francisco in 1906, much of Sarah's work was undone. She got trapped into her room. The house went from seven stories to four. Sarah took this as a message from the spirits that she was spending too much time and money on the front of the house. So, she had thirty rooms boarded up, and never used them again. She also became obsessed with the number thirteen.
The house contained
160 rooms. 40 bedrooms, 13 balthrooms, 6 kitchens..
47 fireplaces, of which many have flues that go nowhere. She thought the spirits could enter and leave through the flues.
40 staircases, and more than 450 doorways. One of the stair cases ends at the ceiling, and each staircase has thirteen steps, except one. Each step is only two inches high.
10,000 windows, which have 12 panes. One room has a window in the floor. The rooms also have rooms within rooms, and a door that opens up to an eight foot drop to the garden outside.
The kitchen sink has thirteen drain holes, and there is a gas chandelier, which was modified to have thirteen lights. It is said Sarah slept in a different room each night.
The house also boasts many accounts of paranormal activity.

Sarah's will was written in thirteen sections, and she signed it thirteen times. She left the house to a niece, who took what she wanted and auctioned off the rest. It took movers eight truckloads a day for six and a half weeks to empty out the house.
Today, the house stands as a museum to the eccentricity of Sarah, and can be toured.
Go HERE to see even more...
if you dare

Thursday, August 27, 2009

So what's the protocol??

We have neighbors.

I know, shocking, right?
We do. Some like us, some don't.
One of the doctors that I happen to actually like lives on one side of us.
A cranky man and his equally cranky girlfriend, and his older than old parents live on the other side of us. They are dog haters. Especially our dogs. And our dogs? Have turned into really good girls, so those neighbors can bite me.
Across the street, we have the neighbors I like to call Gladys and Abner.
Now, they are nice enough. Its just that they know everything in the neighborhood. They know everyone. And, if Abner doesn't like you, then, supposedly, no one in the neighborhood will, either. They are THAT neighbor.
They like us.
But we do not go visit with cakes and tea, or anything like that.
Here's my question
Last night, about 11:30, there was an ambulance at their house. Gladys and Abner are elderly. Being a nurse, I know, the countless things that could have gone wrong. A fall. A stroke. Death. Just to name a few. As I mentioned, we are not really "close" neighbors. But I don't want to seem uncaring. I also, don't want to intrude....
Do I walk over there? Or do I leave it alone.....

** Edit**
I walked down there, and they are not home, yet. Meaning it must have been something bad... poor neighbors. MM and I will walk down again, together, when he gets home from work....

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

I am a music lover, we all know that, right?

I believe I have done multiple posts on music.
As I was driving to work the other day a song came across my iPod that I keep coming back to. Its only been out a few years, and, it is a country song, but the lyrics resonate with me. Always have. Always will, I hope.
Here it is. It's called "Stand Back Up", by Sugarland.


Go ahead and take your best shot,
Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,
I'm laid out on the floor, but I've been here before,
I may stumble, yeah I might fall,
Only human aren't we all?
I might lose my way, but hear me when i say,

I will stand back up,
Youll know just the moment when ive have enough,
Sometimes im afraid, and i dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up,

I've been beaten up and bruised,
I've been kicked right off my shoes,
Been down on my knees more times than youd believe,
When the darkness tries to get me,
Theres a light that just wont let me,
It might take my pride, and my tears may fill my eyes,
But I'll stand back up,

I've weathered all these stroms,
But i just turn them into wind, so i can fly,
What dont kill you makes you stronger,
When I take my last breath,
Thats when I'll just give up,

So, go ahead to take your best shot,
Let 'er rip, give it all you've got,
You might win this round but you cant keep me down,

'Cause I'll stand back up,
And you'll know just the moment when ive had enough,
Sometimes im afraid and I dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up,

Youll know just the moment when ive had enough,
Sometimes I'm afraid and I dont feel that tough,
But I'll stand back up.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Meow already!



Gah!
Black cats have so much attitude!
I have two of them, I should know. Though I contend that I was just fostering Audrey until MM came along. He is her "true" person. She loves him like no other.
Jack, though, totally my cat. He knows I am blogging about him, too, because he just stuck his claws into my thigh and kneaded. Little bastard.
As I get up each morning, I am greeted at my bedroom door by Jack, who starts just meowing at me, incessantly. My cats get fed at night, because there is no chance of the dogs getting their food during that time, so he isn't yowling to be fed. He is yowling, because, apparently, me being away from him during my hours of sleep is much to stressful to his nature. So I sit down on the couch, grab my laptop, usually, to blog, and he parks himself right next to my right arm, on the arm rest. He has to be near me. And every now and then I reach out and scratch him. If I wait too long, I get the claw....
Eventually, he goes on his merry way to annoy the other cats in the household, or to stare down the fish.
I'm so glad I found him and brought him back inside after those four nights he spent out, alone....

Friday, August 21, 2009

Friday Mieography


Stephanie Louise Kwolek was born in a suburb of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in July of 1923. Her father, unfortunately, passed away when she was ten. From him, though, she got a keen interest in science, and wanted to become an MD when she grew up. Before he died, he would take her exploring in the woods near their home, looking for bugs, birds and flowers. She would bring "specimens" back to their home, identifying them and putting them into scrap books.

She did pursue this, graduating from Carnegie Mellon University with a degree in Chemistry. She needed money, however, to continue on to medical school, so she hoped to get a temporary job in a chemistry related field to do so.
World War II had just ended when she needed to do this, and there were not enough educated men to take some of these jobs. She ended up working at DuPont, in Buffalo, NY. She quickly found a lot of interest in her "temporary" job, and decided to stay, not pursuing her medical dream. She eventually transferred to the DuPont facility in Wilmington, Delaware.
While working for DuPont, she invented Kevlar. She and her group were actually looking for a new, light weight, but strong fiber to use for tires. Instead, they ended up with the fiber that would become Kevlar. It lead to a new field of chemistry, as well, "Polymer Chemistry". Modern Kevlar was introduced in 1971.
She retired in 1986, however, she still consults for DuPont. She also serves on the National Research Council, and the National Academy of Sciences. During her 40 year career, she filed up to 28 patients. She was the fourth woman to be added to the National Inventor's Hall of Fame. She also lectures, periodically about her life, and invention. She tells students "Every person has value, no matter what you do. This is what you have to remember".