School has begun. My kids are maniacs and all is as it should be.
And I cannot blog to save my life.
Things happened at the beginning of this summer that were beyond my control, and it was outside my idea of fairness to blog about them. Usually I subscribe to the idea that if I'm a part of a story, it's half mine and therefore fair game. But there are exceptions to that rule and this was one. And somehow, because I could not write about what was going on in my life here, I could not write at all.
I bet that a good many bloggers would agree that blogging has something to do with habit, the constant willful turning of minor events into blogworthy events. When I stopped doing that, I found that it was harder and harder to get back. I think of things from time to time, like, "I should really blog about phrases that people always get wrong, like 'for all intents and purposes' or the confusion between the word 'travesty' and the word 'tragedy'" and then I don't. Or can't. Or whatever.
I'm not giving up; Really, I'm just apologizing for the lack of both quality and quantity around here of late. I've been very spun up, and I'm trying to sort myself back down to reality, which seems to require more off-line writing than on-line writing.
I'm trusting in NaBloPoMo 2008 to set me on my feet again. Until then, please bear with me. It won't be long now.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Venemous Tentacula
First, I'd like to interrupt this broadcaset to say that Luciano's Pizza Rules!! Much in the way that San Dimas High School Football does, but maybe even more so. Their pizza is BIGGER THAN MY STOVE and the crust doesn't get all hard and rubbery when it's reheated....ahh. heaven.
But then, just when I thought things were as good as they could get, pizza-wise, we called them last night at 10:15. They were already closed, so too bad for us. Until the owner volunteered his OWN PIZZA that he was cooking to take home and had it sent out to us. I love that man. If I could have baked him some cookies on the spot, I would have.
In other news, the first day of school is tomorrow. I've already started have nightmares about it. Apparently, no matter how many times you do it, the first day of school is always scary.
I'm very grateful for the rain we're getting this afternoon, however, and grateful to be sitting here mindlessly wasting time on the internet.
But then, just when I thought things were as good as they could get, pizza-wise, we called them last night at 10:15. They were already closed, so too bad for us. Until the owner volunteered his OWN PIZZA that he was cooking to take home and had it sent out to us. I love that man. If I could have baked him some cookies on the spot, I would have.
In other news, the first day of school is tomorrow. I've already started have nightmares about it. Apparently, no matter how many times you do it, the first day of school is always scary.
I'm very grateful for the rain we're getting this afternoon, however, and grateful to be sitting here mindlessly wasting time on the internet.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Friday, August 17, 2007
Summer School is Over
And I couldn't be happier.
Summer got off on the wrong foot for me, and though summer school was 100% better than usual this summer, I'm still glad to see the back of it. I'm hoping to make a full recovery by the end of next week and be back to my regular happy-go-lucky blogging self.
This morning, in addition to watering the garden, I accidentally watered my left foot, causing my shoe to squish and smell for most of the day, so I'm doubly happy to be home and airing out.
Still clinging to the last vestiges of Potter mania, and now reading Stephen King's IT for perhaps the 3000th time. Good time spent with old friends. I've been hiding in books this summer, hoping to either give my brain time to recover, or give myself something to write about.
But for now, bring on the beer.
Summer got off on the wrong foot for me, and though summer school was 100% better than usual this summer, I'm still glad to see the back of it. I'm hoping to make a full recovery by the end of next week and be back to my regular happy-go-lucky blogging self.
This morning, in addition to watering the garden, I accidentally watered my left foot, causing my shoe to squish and smell for most of the day, so I'm doubly happy to be home and airing out.
Still clinging to the last vestiges of Potter mania, and now reading Stephen King's IT for perhaps the 3000th time. Good time spent with old friends. I've been hiding in books this summer, hoping to either give my brain time to recover, or give myself something to write about.
But for now, bring on the beer.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Monday, August 13, 2007
Couth
There is no better cure for cramps than coming home from work, seizing a cold and bunless hamburger from the refrigerator and eating it out of your hand.
Then you might find that there is no diet pepsi, which would be all the excuse you would need to eat the rest of a carton of ice cream from the freezer while staring mindlessly at the internet.
Not that I've ever done that.
Then you might find that there is no diet pepsi, which would be all the excuse you would need to eat the rest of a carton of ice cream from the freezer while staring mindlessly at the internet.
Not that I've ever done that.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Yay and Nay, Edition 1
Yay
Michael Stipe
Dogs
My friend Steve's 40th birthday
Space Ghost
Freshly dyed hair
Nay
The smell of freshly dyed hair
Hangovers
Pizza Hut buffet not being open on Saturdays
humidity
Last night, I went out with a bunch of people for Steve's 40th birthday. Happy birthday, Stevie! During the course of the evening, my friend Michelle was being hit on by some randoms, and when they asked her name she told them it was Heather. She then introduced me as Lisa. I've never done that before. No matter how annoyed or amused I was by some one's pick up attempt, I've never given anything but my real name. It was kind of liberating, but also kind of scary. I'm still Meg, right?
Also, I would like to report that Michelle broke the toilet in Lula's. She was on a drunken rampage. Or she was trying to fix it when the lid fell off and shattered into a million pieces.
Michael Stipe
Dogs
My friend Steve's 40th birthday
Space Ghost
Freshly dyed hair
Nay
The smell of freshly dyed hair
Hangovers
Pizza Hut buffet not being open on Saturdays
humidity
Last night, I went out with a bunch of people for Steve's 40th birthday. Happy birthday, Stevie! During the course of the evening, my friend Michelle was being hit on by some randoms, and when they asked her name she told them it was Heather. She then introduced me as Lisa. I've never done that before. No matter how annoyed or amused I was by some one's pick up attempt, I've never given anything but my real name. It was kind of liberating, but also kind of scary. I'm still Meg, right?
Also, I would like to report that Michelle broke the toilet in Lula's. She was on a drunken rampage. Or she was trying to fix it when the lid fell off and shattered into a million pieces.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Attention: Humans Employed at DMV
So, on Friday, I went to renew my car's registration. This year, I actually paid my car tax (imagine!) but there was still a hold on my registration (probably due to the fact that I paid it 30 days before my registration was due to expire instead of in December, when it was due. Oops.) So, I went to the tax office to get a receipt, because I just knew I'd have trouble at the DMV if I went without one.
After waiting in line at the DMV for almost 45 minutes (I think I dozed off for a while), it was finally my turn, and sure enough, the woman said there was a hold on my account and could I produce a receipt. I handed it over proudly.
"Oh, honey," she said, "This is not even your car."
WHAT? Finally, we determined that somehow my payment had been credited to the taxes on my old Saturn, Christine, whom I sold last year.
But here's the really freaky part: The lady was able to transfer the payment to my new car, and even though I was then two dollars short, she gave me my registration anyway. At 4:59 on a Friday.
Coming, as I do, from Maryland, home of the soul-less MVA, where I once saw a man denied a driver's license because the MVA teller-person didn't believe that his middle name was simply "S," I was astounded to see bureaucratic employees making human decisions. Hooray for the Wilmington DMV!
In addition to my fine DMV experiences, we got to see Chris Cubeta and the Liars Club this weekend, which was the awesomest ever. They just kicked so much ass.
SO MUCH!
They did an acoustic set early in the day at Folk's Cafe, and then an incredible, no-holes-barred set at Bella Festa. I even got a song sung just for me!
Then, because they are the best ever, they met us down at Lula's for drinks and a raucous time was had by all. Danny, their manager, crashed over our house and we all argued about the top 10 villians of all time until I became uncomfortable and had to play Journey on the jukebox to lighten the mood.
I was absolutely dead on Sunday. I appear to have given up the hangover in favor of the sleep of the dead. I no longer have nausea or headaches, I just can't wake up. Some have ventured to say that this means I'm getting old, but I won't hear of it.
After waiting in line at the DMV for almost 45 minutes (I think I dozed off for a while), it was finally my turn, and sure enough, the woman said there was a hold on my account and could I produce a receipt. I handed it over proudly.
"Oh, honey," she said, "This is not even your car."
WHAT? Finally, we determined that somehow my payment had been credited to the taxes on my old Saturn, Christine, whom I sold last year.
But here's the really freaky part: The lady was able to transfer the payment to my new car, and even though I was then two dollars short, she gave me my registration anyway. At 4:59 on a Friday.
Coming, as I do, from Maryland, home of the soul-less MVA, where I once saw a man denied a driver's license because the MVA teller-person didn't believe that his middle name was simply "S," I was astounded to see bureaucratic employees making human decisions. Hooray for the Wilmington DMV!
In addition to my fine DMV experiences, we got to see Chris Cubeta and the Liars Club this weekend, which was the awesomest ever. They just kicked so much ass.
SO MUCH!
They did an acoustic set early in the day at Folk's Cafe, and then an incredible, no-holes-barred set at Bella Festa. I even got a song sung just for me!
Then, because they are the best ever, they met us down at Lula's for drinks and a raucous time was had by all. Danny, their manager, crashed over our house and we all argued about the top 10 villians of all time until I became uncomfortable and had to play Journey on the jukebox to lighten the mood.
I was absolutely dead on Sunday. I appear to have given up the hangover in favor of the sleep of the dead. I no longer have nausea or headaches, I just can't wake up. Some have ventured to say that this means I'm getting old, but I won't hear of it.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
They Love Me in Thailand
Courtesy of my friend, Jennifer:
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Thomas and Meg!
1. In their entire life, Thomas and Meg will produce only a twelfth of a teaspoon of honey.
2. Medieval knights put the skin of Thomas and Meg on their sword handles to improve the grip!
3. Marie Antoinette never said 'let them eat cake' - this is a mistranslation of 'let them eat Thomas and Meg'.
4. Thomas and Meg can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid.
5. Baskin Robbins once made Thomas and Meg flavoured ice cream.
6. It took Thomas and Meg 22 years to build the Taj Mahal.
7. Thomas and Meg can sleep for three and a half years.
8. Thomas and Meg can squeeze their entire body through a hole the size of their beak!
9. The porpoise is second to Thomas and Meg as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
10. California is the biggest exporter of Thomas and Meg in the world!
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Megs!
1. 99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as megs.
2. Megs is actually a mammal, not a fish!
3. The most dangerous form of megs is the bicycle!
4. While sleeping, fifteen percent of men snore, and ten percent grind their megs.
5. Megs can eat up to four kilograms of insects in a single night.
6. Megs is the sacred animal of Thailand.
7. Megs once came third in a Charlie Chaplin lookalike contest.
8. Lightning strikes megs over seven times every hour!
9. Never store megs at room temperature.
10. Peanuts and megs are beans.
Get your own!
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Thomas and Meg!
1. In their entire life, Thomas and Meg will produce only a twelfth of a teaspoon of honey.
2. Medieval knights put the skin of Thomas and Meg on their sword handles to improve the grip!
3. Marie Antoinette never said 'let them eat cake' - this is a mistranslation of 'let them eat Thomas and Meg'.
4. Thomas and Meg can only be destroyed by intense heat, and is impermeable even to acid.
5. Baskin Robbins once made Thomas and Meg flavoured ice cream.
6. It took Thomas and Meg 22 years to build the Taj Mahal.
7. Thomas and Meg can sleep for three and a half years.
8. Thomas and Meg can squeeze their entire body through a hole the size of their beak!
9. The porpoise is second to Thomas and Meg as the most intelligent animal on the planet.
10. California is the biggest exporter of Thomas and Meg in the world!
Ten Top Trivia Tips about Megs!
1. 99 percent of the pumpkins sold in the US end up as megs.
2. Megs is actually a mammal, not a fish!
3. The most dangerous form of megs is the bicycle!
4. While sleeping, fifteen percent of men snore, and ten percent grind their megs.
5. Megs can eat up to four kilograms of insects in a single night.
6. Megs is the sacred animal of Thailand.
7. Megs once came third in a Charlie Chaplin lookalike contest.
8. Lightning strikes megs over seven times every hour!
9. Never store megs at room temperature.
10. Peanuts and megs are beans.
Get your own!
Friday, July 27, 2007
And Still More Nonsense
For some reason, I've just been exhausted this week. Second session of summer school ended today...one more session to go. I'm feeling relieved, as second session is notoriously the worst, and I survived it with no tears and no major blowouts.
I don't know if that's because I've improved the way I deal with the older kids (I teach high school during the summer) or if it's that I've simply stopped caring what they think of me. Or both. Probably both.
My library thing early reviewer books have not yet arrived, which has me feeling vaguely worried, however it's left me plenty of time to dwell continuously in Potter-land. While the fever is not yet over, it is subsiding. Though I do sort of want a Potter tattoo now, which is hilarious, as I've been against body modifications my entire life. Until now, I couldn't think of a damn thing I'd want to put on my body forever.
I've been thinking a lot about the role of books in shaping who I've become in my life. (I don't know if the constant quest for self-definition is a hang-up of mine or something that everyone thinks about). But I'm thinking of composing a post about it sometime soon when I feel more up to it. Lately, I can't think of anything except taking a nap.
For now I will leave you with some of my favorite words from the Potter canon:
Parselmouth
Legilimency
Fidelius Charm
Patronus
Wizengamot
Occlumency
Metamorphmagus
I don't know if that's because I've improved the way I deal with the older kids (I teach high school during the summer) or if it's that I've simply stopped caring what they think of me. Or both. Probably both.
My library thing early reviewer books have not yet arrived, which has me feeling vaguely worried, however it's left me plenty of time to dwell continuously in Potter-land. While the fever is not yet over, it is subsiding. Though I do sort of want a Potter tattoo now, which is hilarious, as I've been against body modifications my entire life. Until now, I couldn't think of a damn thing I'd want to put on my body forever.
I've been thinking a lot about the role of books in shaping who I've become in my life. (I don't know if the constant quest for self-definition is a hang-up of mine or something that everyone thinks about). But I'm thinking of composing a post about it sometime soon when I feel more up to it. Lately, I can't think of anything except taking a nap.
For now I will leave you with some of my favorite words from the Potter canon:
Parselmouth
Legilimency
Fidelius Charm
Patronus
Wizengamot
Occlumency
Metamorphmagus
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Mania Continues
Still totally unable to think/write about anything not Potter-related. Sorry.
If you're interested in my incoherent ramblings on the subject, visit Ashley's Post-Potter Blog. Which is full of SPOILERS. SPOILERS, SPOILERS. So don't go there unless you're ready.
I'm remembering that it took me about 2 weeks to recover from The Half-Blood Prince, so I'm figuring on at least that long this time.
Hopefully will be returning to the land of Muggles soon.
If you're interested in my incoherent ramblings on the subject, visit Ashley's Post-Potter Blog. Which is full of SPOILERS. SPOILERS, SPOILERS. So don't go there unless you're ready.
I'm remembering that it took me about 2 weeks to recover from The Half-Blood Prince, so I'm figuring on at least that long this time.
Hopefully will be returning to the land of Muggles soon.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Finished and Hence Spoiler Safe
Finished at 1:30 pm.
Flutterhearted, reeling. Ready to dive back in. Ready to start from the beginning. Ready never, ever to leave a world I wish were real.
Ready to discuss. Ashley has checked in; she's finished. Who wants to start the blog where we can talk?
Flutterhearted, reeling. Ready to dive back in. Ready to start from the beginning. Ready never, ever to leave a world I wish were real.
Ready to discuss. Ashley has checked in; she's finished. Who wants to start the blog where we can talk?
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Spoiler Free
I couldn't wait for the postman. I bought a second copy this morning at 9 am.
Currently on pg. 479.
I'll check in when I'm done to let everyone know that I'm spoiler safe. Any ideas on where we can talk about it when we're through so as not to spoil for any people strange enough to wait to read it? (I accidentally spoiled the Half-Blood Prince 2 WEEKS AGO for a self proclaimed Potter fan, so I'm being a lot more careful).
Currently on pg. 479.
I'll check in when I'm done to let everyone know that I'm spoiler safe. Any ideas on where we can talk about it when we're through so as not to spoil for any people strange enough to wait to read it? (I accidentally spoiled the Half-Blood Prince 2 WEEKS AGO for a self proclaimed Potter fan, so I'm being a lot more careful).
Thursday, July 19, 2007
My Dance Card is Full
It's a reading extravaganza!!
First off, like many others, I am absolutely beside myself about the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Somewhat foolishly, I ordered it to be delivered on Saturday, the release date...but this means that I won't have it until Saturday afternoon...when I could be waiting at midnight tomorrow. Damn me! The other teachers at work will have already finished by Monday and I can only hope that the weekend affords me enough time to rip through it. I agreed to go to a party on Saturday night, and now I'm all, what was I thinking? How can I party when there is Harry to read? I will most assuredly be closed for business on Sunday as I ingest the book as quickly as my eyes and mind will let me.
Also, I just found out that I've scored two more books in the Library Thing Early Reviewer's program. Last time, I got Lisa See's Peony in Love, which I liked but was not having a heart attack about. This time, I'm reading Gifted by Nikita Lalwani and a sampler of (Not that You Asked) by Steven Almond. Free books rule! The other great thing about the program is that I often like to complain that "no one asked me." As in, "The ending of that movie sucked, but I guess no one asked me." Or, "That was a stupid way to begin this. Why does no one ask me?" So, now I can't complain. Somebody asked me. Not that anything can be changed based on my opinion, but I do like being asked.
And so, I have 3 books arriving by mail that I must read directly upon their arrival. Poor Wicked will be shoved aside again. I don't know if I'll ever finish that book. I like it fine, but I keep having to make way for things that I just can't wait for. Such as Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn, which I bought myself for my birthday and just finished.
First off, like many others, I am absolutely beside myself about the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Somewhat foolishly, I ordered it to be delivered on Saturday, the release date...but this means that I won't have it until Saturday afternoon...when I could be waiting at midnight tomorrow. Damn me! The other teachers at work will have already finished by Monday and I can only hope that the weekend affords me enough time to rip through it. I agreed to go to a party on Saturday night, and now I'm all, what was I thinking? How can I party when there is Harry to read? I will most assuredly be closed for business on Sunday as I ingest the book as quickly as my eyes and mind will let me.
Also, I just found out that I've scored two more books in the Library Thing Early Reviewer's program. Last time, I got Lisa See's Peony in Love, which I liked but was not having a heart attack about. This time, I'm reading Gifted by Nikita Lalwani and a sampler of (Not that You Asked) by Steven Almond. Free books rule! The other great thing about the program is that I often like to complain that "no one asked me." As in, "The ending of that movie sucked, but I guess no one asked me." Or, "That was a stupid way to begin this. Why does no one ask me?" So, now I can't complain. Somebody asked me. Not that anything can be changed based on my opinion, but I do like being asked.
And so, I have 3 books arriving by mail that I must read directly upon their arrival. Poor Wicked will be shoved aside again. I don't know if I'll ever finish that book. I like it fine, but I keep having to make way for things that I just can't wait for. Such as Another Bullshit Night in Suck City by Nick Flynn, which I bought myself for my birthday and just finished.
Sick
It's about 1:15 in the morning, and I think my fever is breaking. I've spent the last two days in the fog of the sick person: unable to think beyond the next few steps, where are my tissues, why is it so hot in here, oh god it hurts.
Right now I'm thinking: Crap, I'm behind in my work. Which, I think, is a good sign. That and I'm sweating profusely, breathing through my nose and suddenly wide awake in the middle of the night.
It's weird, isn't it, how we can shut down the world until we're nothing but the basic functions: eat, pee, sleep.
Because of where I work, there can be no sick days; I teach in whatever condition I'm in, all year round. So I'm going to eat this sleeve of Ritz crackers, drink my 7 up and try to go back to sleep. But I think I'm on the mend.
Right now I'm thinking: Crap, I'm behind in my work. Which, I think, is a good sign. That and I'm sweating profusely, breathing through my nose and suddenly wide awake in the middle of the night.
It's weird, isn't it, how we can shut down the world until we're nothing but the basic functions: eat, pee, sleep.
Because of where I work, there can be no sick days; I teach in whatever condition I'm in, all year round. So I'm going to eat this sleeve of Ritz crackers, drink my 7 up and try to go back to sleep. But I think I'm on the mend.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Cram Carnage
Years ago, when I lived in Greensboro, there was a Chinese food restaurant that had a huge banner out front advertising "All You Can Eat Cram Legs!" What was hilarious to me about the sign was not just that it was misspelled, but that a banner-printing company had not pointed out to their customers that the word is crab, not cram, and that the restaurant just hung it on up anyway.
And so, henceforth, I have referred to crab as "cram." So much so, that when I typed that sentence, it read "I have referred to cram as "cram." Heh.
This weekend, Jennifer, Thomas and I ventured out to the Tiki Bar in Carolina Beach in search of sun, sand, Coronas with lime, cram legs and Da Howlies, my neighbor Paul's band.
Well, it poured. But we ate cram legs anyway. Here is some carnage, courtesy of Jennifer's phone:
And here is a moist towelette (shudder):
Discussion at dinner included: how the phrase "moist towelette" is JUST SO WRONG, and how I think that the phrase "save it for later" is hilarious (causing people to stow their moist towelettes in interesting places, so as to save them for later).
When it started to pour, we collected the awesome Michelle G. and headed for our front porch, where Paul busted out his drums and we were all percussionally inclined for several glorious hours. Thomas broke out his washboard and jug and Jennifer even played a wooden frog (she kept calling it a fog) from Thailand. It was one of those blessed evenings you can't plan for, with people calling out their favorite words:
"Guantanamo Bay!"
"Rapture!"
"Quantico!"
"Mellifluous!"
"Onomatopoeic!"
Naming our dreadful band ("Sunnyland") and imagining our terrible show. "Hey," we'd say. "We're Sunnyland. And we kind of suck. But listen anyway!"
I was reminded once again of the glory of summer and good friends, the kind of friends you can just be crazy with. Thanks, guys.
And so, henceforth, I have referred to crab as "cram." So much so, that when I typed that sentence, it read "I have referred to cram as "cram." Heh.
This weekend, Jennifer, Thomas and I ventured out to the Tiki Bar in Carolina Beach in search of sun, sand, Coronas with lime, cram legs and Da Howlies, my neighbor Paul's band.
Well, it poured. But we ate cram legs anyway. Here is some carnage, courtesy of Jennifer's phone:
And here is a moist towelette (shudder):
Discussion at dinner included: how the phrase "moist towelette" is JUST SO WRONG, and how I think that the phrase "save it for later" is hilarious (causing people to stow their moist towelettes in interesting places, so as to save them for later).
When it started to pour, we collected the awesome Michelle G. and headed for our front porch, where Paul busted out his drums and we were all percussionally inclined for several glorious hours. Thomas broke out his washboard and jug and Jennifer even played a wooden frog (she kept calling it a fog) from Thailand. It was one of those blessed evenings you can't plan for, with people calling out their favorite words:
"Guantanamo Bay!"
"Rapture!"
"Quantico!"
"Mellifluous!"
"Onomatopoeic!"
Naming our dreadful band ("Sunnyland") and imagining our terrible show. "Hey," we'd say. "We're Sunnyland. And we kind of suck. But listen anyway!"
I was reminded once again of the glory of summer and good friends, the kind of friends you can just be crazy with. Thanks, guys.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Heat Stroke
Tonight is one of those nights where the air is so thick that just breathing feels like a chore. The air is hazy with it, and my glasses fog up just leaving the house. The flowers, no matter how much I water them, look as if they want to pick up their beautiful petticoats and say, "Well! If I'd realized it was going to be this kind of party, I never would have come at all." This weather might be appropriate if I were on a tropical vacation, or sunning myself on the beach. For everyday life, it seems a bit excessive.
I turn an alarming shade of pink in this weather. I don't have to exert myself; it just happens. I develop a white ring around my eyes and mouth and everything else progresses from pink to an angry purple the longer I stay out. My neighbor came over this afternoon and very kindly sawed down some branches that were beginning to shade out my garden, and it wasn't until after he left that I realized I must have looked as if I were about to explode.
I've spent the better part of this evening putting songs into my iPod. I have 1990 songs now, which seems an auspicious number. The iPod agrees with my need to collect, categorize and revel in everything I own, as if someone could go through it and say, Ah. Now that is Meg. I'd know her anywhere.
I turn an alarming shade of pink in this weather. I don't have to exert myself; it just happens. I develop a white ring around my eyes and mouth and everything else progresses from pink to an angry purple the longer I stay out. My neighbor came over this afternoon and very kindly sawed down some branches that were beginning to shade out my garden, and it wasn't until after he left that I realized I must have looked as if I were about to explode.
I've spent the better part of this evening putting songs into my iPod. I have 1990 songs now, which seems an auspicious number. The iPod agrees with my need to collect, categorize and revel in everything I own, as if someone could go through it and say, Ah. Now that is Meg. I'd know her anywhere.
Monday, July 09, 2007
Do You Know What Axl Rose is an Anagram For?
I saw this post over at Blogapotamus about anagrams.
Here are some anagrams for "Meaghan Gilbert" (all of which might serve as appropriate first book titles, names for this blog, or nicknames for me, depending on your mood)
Blathering Mega
Bagel Nightmare
Ambient Haggler
A Blathering Gem
Gambling Reheat
A Gleam Brighten
A Gingham Treble
A Garbling Theme
Blame Gathering
Garbage Lent Him
Garbage Men Hilt
Algebra Me Thing
Bargeman Leg Hit
Ragbag Theme Nil
Ragbag Then Lime
And these are just SOME of the hundreds it suggested.
Get your own!
Here are some anagrams for "Meaghan Gilbert" (all of which might serve as appropriate first book titles, names for this blog, or nicknames for me, depending on your mood)
Blathering Mega
Bagel Nightmare
Ambient Haggler
A Blathering Gem
Gambling Reheat
A Gleam Brighten
A Gingham Treble
A Garbling Theme
Blame Gathering
Garbage Lent Him
Garbage Men Hilt
Algebra Me Thing
Bargeman Leg Hit
Ragbag Theme Nil
Ragbag Then Lime
And these are just SOME of the hundreds it suggested.
Get your own!
Friday, July 06, 2007
Rocking Out
Many, many thanks to the awesome Velocibadgergirl for the Rocking Girl Blogger nomination. She is surely the rockingest girl blogger I know, with her perfect blend of smart/situational blogging, wonderful sidebar poem, hysterical links and general awesomeness. I swear, if we lived closer, she'd be my best friend in the world.
So, now it is my job to nominate 5 other rocking girl bloggers.
Andrea, for her introspection and hyperbolic hilarity
Gina, for her polls, pithiness, and incredible devotion to being an awesome blogger who always gives back
Kim, without whom the world would be decidedly less awesome and funny. Kim makes everything extraordinary. Try some today!
Ashley, because although you can't tell it lately because I am such a slack-ass, she always writes about things that interest me so much that I want to write.
Pen and M, for being so different, and yet gelling into one coherent, far-reaching blog.
Much love to all you ladies. I will try to get back in the swing of things now and earn my rocking girl blogger status.
So, now it is my job to nominate 5 other rocking girl bloggers.
Andrea, for her introspection and hyperbolic hilarity
Gina, for her polls, pithiness, and incredible devotion to being an awesome blogger who always gives back
Kim, without whom the world would be decidedly less awesome and funny. Kim makes everything extraordinary. Try some today!
Ashley, because although you can't tell it lately because I am such a slack-ass, she always writes about things that interest me so much that I want to write.
Pen and M, for being so different, and yet gelling into one coherent, far-reaching blog.
Much love to all you ladies. I will try to get back in the swing of things now and earn my rocking girl blogger status.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Happy 33rd Birthday, Thomas!
The reason I look like there's a heavy object squashing me down in this picture is that the man who was taking it said that he couldn't see Jon behind me, and so I wanted to duck down without looking fat. As you can see, the results were excellent. Heh.
There, that's better.
I know every June/July my blog turns into Gilbert birthday picture extravaganza, but bear with me just a little longer so that I can wish my lovely husband a happy birthday. I love you, hon.
There, that's better.
I know every June/July my blog turns into Gilbert birthday picture extravaganza, but bear with me just a little longer so that I can wish my lovely husband a happy birthday. I love you, hon.
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