Thursday, November 29, 2007

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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

a chicken tale

So I previously alluded to poultry. Sunday before last I convinced The Brother to help me with my never-ending yard work. We finished the first phase of the bed on the side of the driveway. Such a big accomplishment! We were hurriedly bagging up weeds before the sun went down (you know, at noon), and we looked up to see a chicken at the end of the bed flick, flick, flicking mulch out of the bed and onto my pristine driveway. Sigh... I asked it if it would at least turn around while hunting so that the mulch stayed off my driveway. It complied.

Seriously. A chicken.

I went inside and was sitting at my computer and saw it walking around my front yard. My FSIL came by a little later to bring me a little gift and we were standing outside chatting. The chicken apparently made its way to the narrow alley side of my garage and was trying to propel itself through the tiny slats in the picket fence. Hello, chicken, you don't fit. Didn't stop it from trying. About 30 times. We gave up watching it, bored. Later it realized it just needed to turn around and leave the way it came. I thought it was leaving leaving.

The next morning I had to get up early to go to the airport. I opened the front door to leave and the chicken was on the porch. We startled one another and it jumped off the porch into the plants.

Well, while I was out-of-town it must have stuck around. I didn't see it when I got back on Tuesday but it was there Wednesday. I went to the grocery store to pick up some Thanksgiving groceries and came back just as it started raining. I sat in my car a little bit and decided to make a break for it. The chicken was taking refuge on the porch. On the back of the wicker chair right next to the front door in fact. I didn't want to juggle two armfuls of groceries while unlocking my front door with a chicken staring at me. What if it freaked out when I got close to it?

Did I mention that I grew up in the country? Apparently I have acclimated to city life.

So I did what any self-respecting city girl would do. I yelled and flailed my arms. It didn't care. I threw pieces of mulch in its general direction. It didn't care. I sprayed it with the water hose. It jumped off the chair and onto another one around the corner, leaving me to freely enter my home.

I let The Boyfriend know that the chicken was still roosting on my porch. Didn't want him to be startled when he got there. He walked right by the chicken who hadn't left its place on the second chair. Didn't notice it. To his credit, the chicken was quite still and quiet.

So he did what any self-respecting boyfriend would do. He chased it. In his work clothes. With strep throat. He chased it. It hid in the brush that is my ungroomed flower bed. When it came out later, The Boyfriend ran outside barefoot and wrangled that chicken. You read that right. He grabbed that chicken and walked it down the street and promptly placed it in someone else's (fenced in) yard. It hasn't been back yet.

10 on tuesday (28)


10 Best Games

The prompt said we could pick any types of games. I'm being diverse. Sort of...
  1. Phase 10: Card game introduced to me by one of my adoptive families. I've bought it since then and have spread it around a bit myself. We played a rousing game on Sunday.
  2. Area 51: Video game. Shootin' up aliens. We played this A LOT in college. If I were a freaky millionaire you could probably find this game in one of the many rooms of my mansion.
  3. Boggle: Love Boggle. The Brother bought it for me after we watched an episode of "King of the Hill" where Peggy won the championship with "acquaintanceship."
  4. Dominoes: Good ol' bones. It's a Texas thang.
  5. Domain: I bet no one has heard of this game. I don't even know where it came from but I could always beat The Brother at it.
  6. Life: Too bad no one ever wanted to play it with me when I was growing up...
  7. Taboo: Why don't I own this?
  8. Scattergories: Or this?
  9. Wii: This is new to me. Normally I'm not a fan of video games but this is different. You can actually stand up and play. And move your arms. It seems less sedentary. A gaming system that can leave you sore the next day? I guess I can get behind that.
  10. Frisbee golf: Mentioned it before. The weather hasn't been good for it lately. I wonder if they have it for the Wii.

Friday, November 23, 2007

10 on tuesday (thanksgiving edition)

A day late... No time for blogging yesterday.

10 Things for Which I'm Thankful
  1. My family. The one I was born into. The ones who have taken me in.
  2. All my friends. The ones near and far. The ones I see and talk to on a regular basis. The ones who linger in my background as I linger in theirs until we're needed.
  3. The Boyfriend. The one who has come to mean so much to me in so short a time.
  4. My health.
  5. My house (despite it being welcoming to all sorts of mammals and poultry--more on this later).
  6. My job.
  7. House shoes (hey, it's cold in here).
  8. My mind. Even though it seems like lately I misplace it a bunch.
  9. Having only a week until vacation.
  10. That my life is so full right now that my biggest complaint is how to juggle it all.

Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving!

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

recipe for me

From Bubba's Sis' blog...

I figure it goes with all of the other cooking and baking we'll be doing over the next few days.




cjh

- a pound of cuteness
- a dash of friendliness
- 2 teaspoons of beauty

Season and serve.
'What is your personality recipe?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

10 on tuesday (26)


10 Reasons Why It's Great to Be a Woman
  1. We get to wear make-up. When you have a bad skin day, you can hide it to some degree. Poor boys. So socially unacceptable.

  2. We have tons of clothing options. Have you ever noticed that men have maybe 4 shirt options? Go to a men's department--long-sleeved button downs, short-sleeved button downs, polos, t-shirts.

  3. It's acceptable (in many jobs) for us to wear open-toed shoes to work. One of my old co-workers (the only male) was very disturbed by this. Why couldn't he wear sandals?

  4. We have fantastic relationships with other women. We can have good relationships with men, too, but it's something special with girlfriends. Whatever we're going through, there's always someone there who understands. Or doesn't. But she's there anyway.

  5. We can have babies.

  6. When we have those babies, we can either choose to work or stay home (if we're lucky). Society frowns upon the SAHD much more than the SAHM.

  7. We can cry. Without worrying that the general public thinks we're sissies.

  8. We can enjoy hobbies that are traditionally associated with the opposite gender and people think we're worldly instead of weird.

  9. No matter how much progress, men are still expected to take the lead sometimes. I appreciate those times when I'm not having to bear the entire burden.

  10. If we don't shave, we can just wear pants.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

my job is great: reason #83

When you've been gone so much that you just realized yesterday that you can't work in the yard after you get off at 5:00 (since, duh, the time changed), you can mix up your schedule today. Work work can get done when it's dark outside. This stuff can't. It's called "progress" people. Just a tiny bit of it this morning... (Yes, that's a gate...where was it before?)



10 on tuesday (25)


10 Songs that Bring Back Memories

  1. Fall by Clay Walker--Does it matter that the memories are recent ones? This song makes me think of my brother and his fiance.

  2. Drops of Jupiter by Train--Ah, easier period of my life during grad school. I had responsibilities but, still, fewer than now. And an easier schedule. And a cute German. I also think of another college friend because it says the word "atmosphere."

  3. I Loved Her First by Heartland--Takes me to my cousin's wedding. Makes me freakishly emotional. That was the first time I had heard that song. My cousin's wife (who also lost her father at a young age) was standing across the dancefloor from me. I was tearing up anyway but when I looked across and saw her already really crying, I lost it as well.

  4. I'll Be There for You by Bon Jovi--Jr. High dances. The "super couple" from the grade ahead of me whom everyone wanted to be.

  5. Kokomo by The Beach Boys--The movie Cocktail. That my best friend from kindergarten thru early high school had the movie poster on her wall. That we listened to it endlessly while dreaming about pre-crazy Tom Cruise.

  6. Ice, Ice Baby by none other than Vanilla Ice--Same best friend. That we listened to music on tape. That we wanted to know all the words to the song. We were white but so was he. We could do it, right? Yes, but only if we started and stopped the tape about a million times.

  7. Any song from the late-at-night love song mix on our local cheesy radio station--When the mood is right (or wrong, as the case may be), I remember that first night after Mom died. I needed noise so I had that radio station on. I didn't sleep at all.

  8. Beautiful by James Blunt--Now makes me think of my friend's daughter's funeral. At least I can hear it without crying. At the time, I wasn't so sure I'd be able to...

  9. Long December by Counting Crows--Sheesh, this song takes me to a couple places. One was the time immediately before Mom died. I was oddly optimistic about a potential relationship that could start up when I got back to college (after the Christmas break in, you guessed it, December). "A long December and there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last." After Mom died, I was a little pissed at the song. The other time I go back to is also tied to a relationship. Better than the other but still a little mixed. Love those Counting Crows but this song gets me a bit emotional sometimes.

  10. Hero by Enrique Iglesias--9-11. Our local radio station did a mix using this song where they inserted soundbites of people's reactions and the buildings falling, etc. The song hadn't really been released yet so this was my first taste of it. I don't think I'll ever be able to hear it without thinking of that day.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

around the house

I'm feeling a little puny today. I don't think it has anything to do with the fact that this is what my side-of-the-driveway bed looks like (and that it should totally be my project for today):

Do you think this looks good? Well, it doesn't. It looks crazy and overgrown and like a third of my driveway is missing. Oh, and like it's getting difficult to get into and out of cars. This picture is from maybe two weeks ago. Today? Because it's fall and all? Full of blooming hibiscus. At least that and the bees and butterflies may distract one from the horrible amount of work that needs to be done. Yeah, it doesn't distract me either.

So the week before last when it actually was feeling like fall and I wasn't sitting here in the office in shorts and a tank, this was the view from my window.

Yeah, those are blooming pink flowers and a white picket fence and a freshly mown yard. This is pretty. I'm ok with you thinking that. It also contributed to my totally content feeling that was this post.

The room formerly known as the purple room that is now the yellow room has had a few updates. It now has a real bed with a headboard and footboard. This was my parents' bed. It was given to them by my dad's parents. And the second picture is of the empty space that was previously holding boxes. How about that? I've only lived here 11 months. No more boxes.



Last weekend I finally finished painting my bedroom. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be in terms of difficulty and sucking up paint but it certainly wasn't the easiest room either. I'm a pretty clean painter. Not this time. Almost every surface had me working against gravity. Regardless, I'm very pleased with the results. A too-brown sage green to a cooler grayish blue. You'll just have to trust me that it looks good. Brighter. Airier. The pictures don't convey the change as well as I wish they did. In progress, before, after, before, after, etc. Oh, you can also see the difference in my gel-stained furniture. The new bed was a garage sale find from my neighbor that my brother and I got ahold of, the current bedspread is the summer-weight one, and the big blue chair is upstairs now.







Hey, I just realized I've never shown you my bedroom before. Go figure. Welcome.

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

brush with fame (again)

It seems like I haven't shared any travel stories in awhile. I guess for the most part things have run smoothly. Lots of delayed flights over the summer but other than that...

Monday night's agenda held yet another trip to Shreveport. I boarded the plane with my book in hand. When the flight attendant turned off the lights, my little personal light wouldn't come on. I was forced to just rest. And, you know, eavesdrop.

The guy behind me was slightly obnoxious. He chatted with the guy next to him, and I found out that he was a cinematographer. He was on his way to Shreveport to do some pre-production work for a new movie called Comeback. It's apparently a feel-good, family film that oddly enough stars Ice Cube and is being directed by Fred Durst (of Limp Bizkit fame). I thought that was odd but apparently Fred's already directed one movie. Who knew?

When we landed and everyone was getting ready to deplane, I noticed that Fred himself was three rows in front of me (on one of those small jets). He turned around, we made eye contact, and then he said hi to one of his crew members. I would never have recognized him if I hadn't been primed. He's shorter than I expected and more trim than I'd last seen him (on tv or in magazines or whatever). And he was dressed very presentable but cool. And had no facial hair. That's the part the threw me. But cute. So yet another brush with fame in the Port of Shreve.

Then I headed to my hotel to check in. Not so much. The hotel was overbooked and two gentlemen who beat me there were also room-less. We all got bumped to the Clarion (which I think is Latin for noisy, old hotel) and got that night comped. One guy didn't have a car so I gave him a ride over. Don't worry; I obviously wasn't kidnapped or anything.

Yesterday after work I made it to my original hotel. The woman at the front desk gave me a hard time joking about the hotel being full. She then mentioned that I did have one of the rooms. I told her I'd just as soon sleep on the couch in the lobby. I'm easy. So she gives me the key and I head off around the corner to the elevator when I hear her calling my name. Apparently they were still cleaning my room. I went to grab some To Go food, came back, and still had a dirty room. I started eating in the main dining room until my room was ready. But, hey, I probably have the nicest room in the Holiday Inn Express. Yeehaw.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

10 on tuesday (24)

Back, by popular demand, 10 on Tuesday. Wait, maybe it's back because the person who directs us on these has finally overcome her computer woes. Yea for that.

10 Words that Describe Me
  1. Smart

  2. Sarcastic

  3. Loyal

  4. Busy

  5. Hard-working

  6. Goal-driven

  7. Quietly (sometimes) emotional

  8. Happy

  9. Fortunate

  10. Crafty

Thursday, November 01, 2007

princesses and pirates and ninjas--oh, my

Last night was my first Halloween in the house. I made it back in town in time to grab some candy for what I hoped would be many trick-or-treaters. There are lots of children in the neighborhood although my view may be skewed somewhat due to the after-school daycare that is down the street.

We grew up in the country. There was no walking out the front door to the neighbor's house. We were driven the few miles into town and mostly trick-or-treated at homes of people we (meaning our parents) knew. Dad would drive us wearing this burlap bag he turned into a crude, creepy mask. It really startled people. And we'd wear our old-school plastic costumes and plastic masks (that would surely be deemed unsafe these days due to the threat of suffocating or melting to skin if set ablaze). We did not take our candy to have it x-rayed. We did not stay out late. Instead, we went back home to revel in the glory of our loot.

In some ways, this Halloween was similar. I've grown accustomed to society being afraid of everything these days. I expected maybe a few kids whose parents took them around at dusk wearing much fancier costumes than the ones in my day. In fact, I had twenty kids (20!) ranging from the 4-year-old Snow White to the early teenage boys in street clothes and masks, just out to get a little free candy. No costume was super elaborate. None were handmade like I had in the slightly-less-old days. The thing that surprised me, though, was that no one came until it was honest-to-God after dark. The last few rolled in around 9:45. I turned off the light after that.

All-in-all, it was a good evening. It was fun to see the kids in costumes. They were all very polite. A few little girls even said they loved my house which totally scored them extra pieces of candy. My house has not been vandalized--from what I can see out the window anyway. And I'm only left with about half the candy with which I started. Not too shabby. I'm off to count it and organize it and revel in it...