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Some more random Friday stuff


First lizard of the season sees shadow

Did you know these little lizards can bite? Me, either. I’ve never been bitten by one, but then again, I never touch them. I love looking at them though, and every year a few new photos of them end up in my vast photo archives.

Today I have learned that wherever my LJ friends hail from, they cherish the “F” word. This could be the one thing we all have in common.

I have been reminded that I absolutely love reading Mark Doty.

And if I don’t stop reading, I’ll never finish writing.

But whatever I’m doing today, thanks to FARB, it’ll be to the haunting tune of “The Lonely Goatherd.”

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RIO! If I could, I’d arrange for Condi to jump out of your birthday cake. =)

And now, Timothy, I’ll shut the fuck hell up before I go after John McCain and his really, really bad attempt at a joke. Because, you know, I think what William Tecumseh Sherman meant to say was, “War is hilarious.”

Grumpy AND Sneezy

It was uncomfortably muggy yesterday, so I loved it that the temperature plunged during the night. The windows were open, and it would have been a perfect morning to snuggle under quilts with my dogs and sleep in. I wouldn’t be QUITE as bitter about all the equipment that cranked up on my street BEFORE SEVEN A.M. if I didn’t know the end result, after months of noise and dust and a tacky blue portable toilet, would be another CRAPPY THREE-UNIT town house in the neighborhood.

Once awake, I embarked on a fly-killing mission. Today’s last body count: 32 34 38. Nice.

Then I took these to the post office to donate them for NO/AIDS’s use in the Easter parade.

Did you know that I can’t Express Mail from Houston to New Orleans? No, I didn’t either. Hope the beads get there in time. Can’t believe the postal service has not recovered adequately from Hurricane Katrina to be able to guarantee mail delivery by a certain day. I wonder if other shipment services can? It’s not like beads are important, but I think of things like medications that often have to be overnighted. Is this not possible?

I asked a question the other day of authors–whether they went back and reread their old work. I asked because I’d decided to read IT HAD TO BE YOU for the first time since 2001. There were a couple of times I TRIED to read it, but I would start seeing so many things I wanted to change that it disturbed me, so I never reread it in its entirety. This time around, I’ve stuck with it. Things I may have wanted to change at one time don’t bother me so much now. Like the way Daniel is initially mired down in his history. That makes sense, considering his circumstances as the novel opens and who he is (big ol’ Virgo). What I’m struck by is how my feelings about Blaine are different. I see him as much more vulnerable now when I’m reading him. I think that’s because I learned so much more about him in I’M YOUR MAN. Now a whole new set of things is affecting me in relation to WHEN YOU DON’T SEE ME. I don’t know. I’m glad I’m rereading it, but there’s something bittersweet about it.

Note to Shannon: I got the photos. More later.

Note to Lindsey and Rhonda: Y’all are sweet. Sorry about the dentist.

Note to Tim and Rex: The CAR! is home.

Better not knowing?

It’s like an episode of CSI: Compound around here. Someone (probably yesterday’s Mosquito–I KNEW that mosquito was making a gang sign) has called down a plague of flies on my house. I really don’t want to think there’s a dead animal in my attic. I can’t see any way it could get in (after the exterminator’s exclusion efforts).

But I’m starting to look like this when I walk through my house.


It’s like Groundhog Birthday

Thirty-five all over again!

This past weekend, I had to take my continuing ed classes to keep my MT license up-to-date. If you don’t know what MT stands for, understand that I don’t want Googling perverts to land here; you can find the answer here, and PLEASE don’t use “that word” in any comments (if you do, I’ll delete it). I’ve only just recently managed to stop the late-night phone calls from strange men. I don’t want to start being inundated by e-mails from them. THANK YOU. Be forewarned: The MT profession is about healthcare, not sex, and jokes about it make me really cranky.

Even though I no longer have a practice, it was an investment, and I’m not about to let my license lapse. Of course, I had two years to do this, and waited until the last possible minute to cram my classes into two days. Although the instructor is a personable man who does his best, anyone would have limitations when it comes to discussing Texas law for twelve hours.

After class on Saturday, all I wanted to do was sleep. So on Sunday, I went to the gym after class, which helped. Then I came home and cooked dinner, including dessert.

Bonus photo for TimStalkers:

And finally!, for my birthday, I got Little Miss Sunshine, which I LOVED!

Thank you so much for your cards, e-mails, and posts. Thirty-five is something everyone should celebrate! Again, and again, and again, and again…