here to see her quick takes and those of many other bloggers.
Read on below for seven outtakes from real life -- that of yours truly -- in recent days:
One of those incomprehensible
things...everyone in my family seems to be taking the "which Star Trek
character are you" quiz. My sibs and daughter are getting very nice
matches: Deanna Troi, Jean Luc Picard. So, would someone explain to me
why I came out Worf??!! Moreover, would someone explain to me why my husband also came out Worf??!! (And people think we should be incompatible because we are so "different" from each other! Huh!
We are not different from each other. After all, we both are Klingons -- and, ironically, the Klingon language was based
on the Mutun Indian language, spoken here in San Ignatio years ago.
Coincidence?) Lizzie says that she now has a good excuse for anything weird that she does from now on because, after all, she was raised by Klingons.
Try it: http://www.seabreezecomputers.com/startrek/index.html
2. We spent some time in Yuba City this past week, staying at a small hotel. As I was coming up the stairs to the second floor, where our room was, I noticed some rather strange planning for landscaping. Although all the trees around the hotel were healthy (the picture does not show that because the tree was caught in a shadow, but, really, it was greenO. A poor tree, apparently quick to grow and full of energy, was trapped. "Help," it seemed to say. "I have no where to go. Who put this carport here??!"
3. We have ladder day every once in a while. What is ladder day? Chores that require the use of a ladder. Donnie cannot get up and down any ladder well because of his bad knees, so he waits until I have a day off from work, and we run around the house, doing all the chores that have been put off because they are "high up." One of those "high up" chores was replacing some light bulbs. For that, we got some help from one of our cats, Intrepid, who loves ladder day.
4. Speaking of cats, we were outwitted by one this week. We are cat sitting Noelle's very smart cat,
Tiger. Tiger was getting into scraps with our other four cats -- part of
the getting acquainted process, but at night, cat scraps keep one
awake. So, I put the four cats in the cat room and Tiger in our bedroom.
As we were falling asleep, we heard "click!" Tiger had opened the
bedroom door. I dragged him back into the bedroom,
closed the door, laid down, and then "click!" again. So, I brought him
back in, closed the door, and put the cat carrier (medium-size dog
carrier because Murjan, our dog cat, is big); that should have taken
care of that. Tiger got onto the top of the carrier, and "click" -- the
door opened a crack but the carrier prevented the opening enough to get
out. Then we heard click, click, click. The crack got a little larger,
but not enough to get out. Tiger jumped onto the floor, and the next
thing we hear is drag, drag, drag -- the cat was smart enough and strong
enough to drag the carrier away from the door. Then, click, and out he
pranced into the hall and straight across to the cat room. He reached up
to the door handle. Click! He let out the other four cats! Outwitted!
And sleepless in San Ignatio.
(note: drawing by http://xcourtkneex.deviantart.com/art/Orange-Tabby-Love-39587527)
5. Lizzie shared a post she found about 25 signs that you are a military brat. Yes, her mother did wear combat boots. Check it out here; it is pretty good. One example of a sign of being a military brat is listed as "
“The first song other than the National Anthem you learned all the words to was an inappropriate and pretty hilarious cadence call: Your ma! Your pa! Your mean-ole-granny-got-a-hole-in-her-panty,
got-a-big-behind-like-Frankenstein, now sound off! One, two! Sound off!
here for the link.
Have a great weekend, whatever speed you go!