it is wednesday night.
i leave friday morning.
for europe.
i have not packed yet.
OMG!
yeah. i am totally going to regret not having packed yet by tomorrow night. in the mean time... nope.
i leave friday morning.
for europe.
i have not packed yet.
OMG!
yeah. i am totally going to regret not having packed yet by tomorrow night. in the mean time... nope.
i took a nap in the hammock today and i must say, that that was delightful. i was asleep faster than i care to admit. i slept better there than i have in days.
as of late, i have not been sleeping well. it is my summer insomnia. the cats all want to be around me, moving or hogging the bed. there is a dog outside who whimpers and cries. noise, my general uncomfortableness and then, waking up in the middle of it all.
but dammit if that hammock didn't sleep great. why is that?
as of late, i have not been sleeping well. it is my summer insomnia. the cats all want to be around me, moving or hogging the bed. there is a dog outside who whimpers and cries. noise, my general uncomfortableness and then, waking up in the middle of it all.
but dammit if that hammock didn't sleep great. why is that?
well, i managed to get my sewing room straightened... some gardening done and now, sitting on the couch and cannot wait til i get to go upstairs and sew and cut fabric, knit some scarves and hats....
summer is here. books a plenty to be read. france needs an extended visit.... a couple of laid-back classes to teach. i love summer...
summer is here. books a plenty to be read. france needs an extended visit.... a couple of laid-back classes to teach. i love summer...
today, i had the fun of going to the urgent treatment center since i feel like an exhausted death.
(after having my nasal cavity swabbed for flu, and OW!)
doctor: i'll go check your flu results, but i am pretty sure it'll be negative and you have walking pneumonia.
me: great!
doctor: well, it explains the exhaustion and your chest pain, and your cough.
few minutes pass by. doctor returns.
doctor: well, it has never happened before. i was wrong. you are positive for the flu.
conclusion. i do love it when doctor's are thoroughly entertained by their "wrongness". he still thinks i have walking pneumonia but the xray didn't prove it to his eyes. so... YEAH for antibiotics.
(after having my nasal cavity swabbed for flu, and OW!)
doctor: i'll go check your flu results, but i am pretty sure it'll be negative and you have walking pneumonia.
me: great!
doctor: well, it explains the exhaustion and your chest pain, and your cough.
few minutes pass by. doctor returns.
doctor: well, it has never happened before. i was wrong. you are positive for the flu.
conclusion. i do love it when doctor's are thoroughly entertained by their "wrongness". he still thinks i have walking pneumonia but the xray didn't prove it to his eyes. so... YEAH for antibiotics.
you know, i can honestly say, that there are few shows from my childhood that had a profound effect on me. i didn't get to watch a lot of tv, but what i did, was either kid friendly or later, in syndication. this article speaks to me.
i can't tell you a lot about the brady bunch. i've watched it. there are a ton of shows and cartoons out there from my childhood. but i can't tell you the life story of the characters anymore, or sing the songs, or relate to the story, or etc.
but sesame street. wow. a friend has a son who now watches it and it is frequently on when i am over there. i know this show. i still love it. it still entertains me. i get nostalgic. i love watching him watch it. cookie is my main squeeze, i am glad everyone knows snuffleupagus is real, ernie is goofy and mischevious, the count and his ba-ah-ah, oscar... i know them like i know my family.
no one needs to tell me how to get to sesame street... i know how.
i can't tell you a lot about the brady bunch. i've watched it. there are a ton of shows and cartoons out there from my childhood. but i can't tell you the life story of the characters anymore, or sing the songs, or relate to the story, or etc.
but sesame street. wow. a friend has a son who now watches it and it is frequently on when i am over there. i know this show. i still love it. it still entertains me. i get nostalgic. i love watching him watch it. cookie is my main squeeze, i am glad everyone knows snuffleupagus is real, ernie is goofy and mischevious, the count and his ba-ah-ah, oscar... i know them like i know my family.
no one needs to tell me how to get to sesame street... i know how.
today in class, the following conversation was had:
student: how do you say "i conquer" in french?
me: je suis d'accord. (i agree)
student: yeah, i know that, but i mean "conquer".
me: je suis d'accord. (i agree)
student: more snobbish though.
me: raised eyebrows. je suis complètement d'accord. (i completely agree)
other students giggle. student pulls out dictionary. scrunches face. discovers i am right.
student: damn.
me: je suis tout à fait d'accord. (i completely agree)
student: how do you say "i conquer" in french?
me: je suis d'accord. (i agree)
student: yeah, i know that, but i mean "conquer".
me: je suis d'accord. (i agree)
student: more snobbish though.
me: raised eyebrows. je suis complètement d'accord. (i completely agree)
other students giggle. student pulls out dictionary. scrunches face. discovers i am right.
student: damn.
me: je suis tout à fait d'accord. (i completely agree)
these are not my students, but someone out there has some clever kids...
i have never sent in a secret to postsecret.com, but some sundays, there is that one postcard that rings so true, it sings THE song in your heart, it speaks so clearly, that it will haunt me for the rest of the day.
we survived a storm in 2003 and 9 days without power.... we have power, but the neighbor's yard has been decimated by the ice, and now, we are getting snow on top of it.
i stand by my thoughts on this matter: snow is pretty on tv.
i stand by my thoughts on this matter: snow is pretty on tv.
i figured i could at least share with the world things i read on the internet that amuse me, entertain me, or well, i find fascinating.
like this article: at time magazine
i am, by no mean's, a prude. nudity does not bother me. i have been to topless beaches, and frankly, boobs are boobs. i have my own set. but i have never understood why our culture cannot stand the thought of a woman's boobs. OMG BOOBS! and i have often said that it is unfair that a man gets to stand on his lawn, topless, while doing yard work on a hot day. not that i am going to strip (i don't even wear shorts).
breastfeeding aside and whether it makes you uncomfortable to watch and what-not (i am a believer in don't look, you can refrain from watching a kid pick his nose if it makes you ill, then don't look at the kid at the boob), i like that the article points out that a man's nipples are ok, but mine are not. what. the. hell?
anyway, the article is worth a read just to see some arguments on both sides.
like this article: at time magazine
i am, by no mean's, a prude. nudity does not bother me. i have been to topless beaches, and frankly, boobs are boobs. i have my own set. but i have never understood why our culture cannot stand the thought of a woman's boobs. OMG BOOBS! and i have often said that it is unfair that a man gets to stand on his lawn, topless, while doing yard work on a hot day. not that i am going to strip (i don't even wear shorts).
breastfeeding aside and whether it makes you uncomfortable to watch and what-not (i am a believer in don't look, you can refrain from watching a kid pick his nose if it makes you ill, then don't look at the kid at the boob), i like that the article points out that a man's nipples are ok, but mine are not. what. the. hell?
anyway, the article is worth a read just to see some arguments on both sides.
