She’s more than a few curves

Posted on May 21, 2004 by Frog

We met at the local lumberyard to order a new basement window and a new door to go between the garage and basement. Apparently the window is a weird funky custom size and we’re going to re-think what needs to happen with that. I don’t much care since although it is as rotten as the state of the world, it isn’t a big gaping hole like we have between the garage and basement.

We have to do a little work with the saw to get the door to fit into the opening, but I’m not worried about that. Because I’m one mean muther when it comes to home improvement. And, that’s the reason for this posting. The guy working the counter at the lumberyard looked at us and asked how handy we are. Well, I understand he didn’t want to sell a complex job to people with zero skillz. But, I got the feeling that my having curves is what prompted that question. Let me tell you what mister lumbering lumber salesman, I can freaking wield a hammer like you’ve never seen. I’m the freaking yoda of hammer swinging.

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A Roll of the Eyes

Posted on May 21, 2004 by Frog

I went by Kohl’s yesterday in search of some shoes that I could wear with capris, jeans and khakis this summer. I have a pair of birkenstock sandals but those aren’t exactly office-ready. Say what you will about those of us who wear birkenstocks and I’ll point to my feet and say “look how happy they are”. And, as someone who has suffered through plantar fasciitis, I’ll wear whatever shoe I need to so that my feet don’t hurt. Because there is nothing worse on this planet then waking up and hoping that the three seconds you spend stretching your foot muscles out will be enough because you really have to go to the bathroom and stepping out of bed and into the bathroom should not be akin to walking on red-hot molten lava.

Kohl’s had nothing but open-toed shoes and since I’m not one for pedicures, I don’t take to wearing open-toed shoes at work.

I decided to go to Payless and see what they had. I ended up with two pairs of shoes and I don’t really expect them to last for longer than the summer but at a ridiculously low price I don’t mind. The shoes I’m wearing today are technically mules but they have little cut-outs on the sides so it sort of looks summery. And, I can take my shoes off under my desk and no one is the wiser.

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You Light Up My Field

Posted on May 20, 2004 by Frog

In the most recent Smithsonian there is a photograph of a field in Bath, England. The unique subject of the photograph is a field of fluorescent tubes sunk into the ground underneath a large power line. There is enough energy in the air to light the tubes. The photograph is stunning. Unfortunately, I can’t find it on their online edition.

I did find the site of the guy who created the field of tubes. He really should get a copy of that photograph and post it on his site.

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Does anyone have a sharp stick I can borrow?

Posted on May 19, 2004 by Frog

Don’t you just HATE it when someone uses the Reply All feature of email? Seriously, people. There is rarely a need to use Reply All especially when the original message went to more than 20 people. If the projector at work is missing, I don’t need to hear how 20 of you don’t know where it is. If you are bringing in egg rolls for a party, I don’t give a fig. Tell the 1 person who is organizing the event. I will only care when I show up for the party and say “look, egg rolls-yum”.

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I’d make a knife out of an ocean

Posted on May 18, 2004 by Frog

Give yourself 5 points if you recognize the title of this post.

My mission is to create a new baseline for our training database. This means lots and lots of data entry. The same data over and over and over again. Some of it I can paste, but most of it can’t be pasted.

At about 4pm today, I started singing aloud to “I Am Woman”. I sang through several songs and then started to do the seated jitterbug. I imagine my legs mimicked how Elvis would have worked at a desk–all movement, all the time.

I completed a third of the total amount of data entry and finally had to stop. I was out of control…babbling to myself, singing and the incessant jittering of both feet. I think it is probably a very good thing that I don’t have to do repetitive work very often.

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I didn’t eat 3lbs of it for lunch

Posted on May 17, 2004 by Frog

I’ve often wondered about the why of asparagus pee. Now I know.

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Congratulations

Posted on May 17, 2004 by Frog

My sister’s graduation was yesterday. Even though she’s officially been a doctor for months, she finally got to walk across the stage and have family and friends cheer her on. It was pretty cool.

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Yummy

Posted on May 15, 2004 by Frog

Today we finally got a new set of chairs and a matching table for our porch. The set is a heavy wrought iron and very sturdy, but comfortable too. I’m thrilled.

We also went to the 20th Annual St. Anthony’s Lebanese Food Festival. We got there around 2:30 so the crowd wasn’t too big and we got to see tons of kid dance groups do their thing on the main stage.

Since it is all about the food:
2 orders of grape leaves
2 beef kibbi slices
1 falafal wrap
1 chicken shawarma
2 spinach and feta pies
4 Almaza beers to wash it all down

Yum.

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Nausea

Posted on May 14, 2004 by Frog

For most of this week I’ve felt nauseous. This morning I realized what’s been making me feel gross. The World At Large.

Torture, beheadings and hate. These are a few of my most un-favorite things.

I have Niece-sitting to do today and that kid has a terrible burden to bear, let me tell you. She’s going to have to restore my faith in the world. She’s two. She can handle it.

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Baby, girl, you’re still a flower

Posted on May 13, 2004 by Frog

When someone asks me what I know about roses, this is what I say: “Can you actually kill them”. We have a rose plant (can’t really call it a bush) on the back wall of our house. I have moved it. I have run over the remains with the lawn mower. I have hit it with the tiller. I have smacked it with the weed whacker. I have pruned it. I have been amazed by it.

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