Starting March Early

Let’s get an early start for Irish month, shall we? 

 

You’re 30% Irish

You’re probably less Irish than you think you are… But you’re still more Irish than most.

How Irish Are You?

LOLFalcon

So I saw this on LOLCats the other day, and I felt inspired. 

What do you think?   

 

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ZZZ-mailing?

Sorry Ben, this isn’t about zombies! 

I was reading this article a few days ago: Emailing while asleep.  One thing that cracked me up was the term “zzz-mailing.”  I’ve read – and probably written – a lot of snooze worthy email, but I’ve never emailed in my sleep. 

The line that struck me the most, though, was this one:

“the activities the woman engaged in required complex behaviour and coordinated movement”

The writer of the original article sounds like this is unusual behavior so he/she either was born yesterday, or just fell off a turnip truck.  Have they not read the reports of things people do while sleeping, especially after taking some kind of sleep aid?  People drive cars while sleeping, what’s so unusual or unique about “zzz-mailing”?  Heck, Darc and I even watched a Canadian show that told about a man who killed someone while he was allegedly sleepwalking, and he had to drive some ways away to do it.  Emailing while asleep is no big deal, and that’s why the article amused me. 

I sometimes wish I was a sleepwalker.  I could have gotten away with tons of stuff!  No fun stories to tell though, because what would I have remembered?

Oh well.

In other news, we made it to the library and sadly, no Player CD’s to be had.  I did find an Elton John though, so I’ll see if I can load it to my iTunes in the next few days.  And I got some books by authors I have never heard of, so this should get interesting.  Usually I get “comfort books” from the library – things I read long ago and loved and want to read again.  So I feel pretty bold and daring this trip.  I’ll let you know if it was worth it to leave the comfort zone. 

~~Ness~~ 

I’ve Been Thinking

You know how sometimes you get a song stuck in your head and you just have to hear it or it drives you crazy?  Well, that’s where I am right now.  The song, you ask?  Easy.  It’s called, “I’ve Been Thinking” by a band called Player.  They were big back in the ‘70’s and did at least one little tune you might recall … Baby Come Back.  In my search – futile search – for the song I wanted I stumbled on the band’s website and the YouTube site of one of the members.  They have some videos up now and boy, it’s a trip down memory lane.  I remember being a young girl, listening to my music with my big old clunky headphones on so I wouldn’t bother anyone else in the house.  I could always tell when my mother was coming because my cat would look at the door.  Good kitteh, he always gave me enough time to whip off my headphones before my mother called through the door, “Is that you making all that racket up here?  I hear lots of thumping.”  I always placed the blame for my rock-star-wannabe dancing thumps on my step-brother.  And that’s the ONLY thing he was good for. 

While I didn’t find the song I was looking for, I did find a few others.  So here I am, 30 years later, still with my headphones on only they’re not so big and clunky now, and I’m not dancing around the room quite so much, the music still makes me smile.  Good stuff stands the test of time, and Player was one of the good ones.  Maybe they have some Player CD’s at the library I can copy! 

Here’s one you might like – I think even my Super-Chipper Girl would like this one! 

Birth of a Conservative

Have I told you how smart my boy is?  My mini-Darc?  Surely I have by now!  I know I mentioned his comment about adding unnecessary words in sentences.  Know what he said yesterday?

He was watching some show on TV, a kid show but I don’t know which one.  Anyway, the characters were doing something, a piñata I think.  One of them broke it, and the other characters scattered to grab the prizes.  My son, the capitalist, commented, “Why should the rest of them get anything?  They didn’t do anything to deserve all that stuff.” 

Now, he’s never been to a piñata party so he doesn’t understand how it’s played – one day he will understand so I’m not worried about that.  The thing that pleased me so much was the fact that he grasped the concept of a hand-out and it offended him.  In his mind, the one that broke the piñata should have gotten the prizes because he’d done the work to earn them, and the other characters had no right to just run up and take everything from him.  It offended his sensibilities that others simply took what they hadn’t earned.  For a kid who’s never had to earn much of anything, this amazes me.  The most he’s ever had to earn was a new game for the game system, and he had to earn it by trying new foods, not by cleaning his room or anything like that.  Hopefully, in a dozen years or so this will translate into him not calling home every month from college asking for more money, but simply to say hi. 

One of the things that pleases me most about this is that we don’t sit around talking politics all the time in our home for him to pick up on this kind of thing.  It’s just his nature. 

~~Ness~~ 

 

Neither this nor that

Have you ever had one of those times when nothing feels right?  Just that things are wrong.  Your head hurts, but not bad enough to be called a headache.  You’re tired, but can’t sleep.  You’re achy, but not enough to say you’re sick.  That’s pretty much how I’ve felt for the last 3 days – like I just want to curl up in a corner with my blanket and teddy and suck my thumb while I stare at the pretty colors on the wallpaper. 

We thought about going to the library on Saturday, but when we looked out the window and saw horizontal snow, we changed our minds.  And both Darc and I were trying to cope with this listlessness.  So, no new books to read, which means I’ve been stuck re-reading the crappy Jodi Picoult I picked up at a bookstore a few months ago.  I only picked it up because I’ve seen Picoult on the cover of writing magazines, and her books everywhere, so I figured I should get one to see what the fuss was about.  It’s bad, people, bad.  Darc tried to choke it down once and could only manage about 30 pages or so before the dreaded adverbs overwhelmed him.  And there’s a glaring -  GLARING – mistake in the timeline that no editor caught, and should have.  Seriously, on page 18, the main character’s father had passed away before she ever got pregnant; on page 64, her daughter was 2 when the main character’s father died, and again on page 177 the main character took her 2 year old daughter to the grandfather’s funeral.  Either the man died before his granddaughter was born, or after, but not both!  I see things like this and wonder how she’s in print, and my husband isn’t.  (You want good fiction?  Check out his stuff.)  And the whole story is nothing more than a bloody romance dressed up as literary fiction.  I feel deceived.  And the publishing industry wonders why it’s going down the toilet. 

I don’t think I even went online for the whole weekend, and the phone calls I was going to make and didn’t, I’m sorry.  I have been cranky and bitchy and didn’t want to inflict that on anyone else.  Have been, *snort* listen to me!  More like AM bitchy and cranky!  I’m trying not to be, honest. 

Time for some lunch, and then the dreaded vacuuming.  If you hear a 3 year old girl screaming as she runs to her room, don’t worry, it’s just my baby Falcon running from the vacuum.  She tells me it’s the sound that scares her, that she knows it won’t hurt her, but it’s just loud and she doesn’t like loud.  Unless it’s her own screaming as she’s playing, of course.  *rolls eyes*  When the crews come around with the lawnmower or snowblower, she panics and hides, just like when she hears the vacuum or garbage disposal.  I keep thinking she’ll grow out of it, but I have this nagging fear that when she’s 30-something, she’s going to call me to come to her place to vacuum it for her. 

~~Ness~~ 

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Aw, now come on, never go to bed angry.