My 2012 Denali Wildlife calendar.

Addendum the First: I emailed them, and they’re going to send me stickers to fix the numbers. Too bad I already messed it up by writing in the correct dates. :(

Michelle: What’s a ton?
Michael: I think it’s seven.
Michelle: Really? That doesn’t seem right.
Michael: I just checked. It’s seven.
Michelle: Are you sure? That seems light.
Michael: Light?
Michelle: For a ton.
Michael: I thought you were asking what TIME it was.
Michelle: No, I want to know how many pounds are in a ton.
Michael: I think it’s fifty four.
Michelle: WHAT? NO! I do not weigh more than two tons! Fuck you!
Michael: I don’t know how much a ton weighs, other than it weighs less than my wife.

I am officially old.

Guns N’ Roses, the Beastie Boys, and the Red Hot Chili Peppers are this year’s inductees to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame.

Not making it this year? The Cure, Eric B. & Rakim, Heart, and Joan Jett and The Blackhearts.

I… I think I need to go have a midlife crisis now.

Just took a survey about our hotel stay this weekend.

They’re far more broadminded than I’d expected.

Close, except for being completely wrong.

Michael: My neck is sore.
Michelle: I’m not surprised.
Michael: Can I blame my mother for this?
Michelle: Sure. You can say your mom is a pain in the neck.

Chosen especially for the woman who is forbidden to drink cappuccino and does not own a dog?

Michael: I won’t jump out of an airplane, I won’t jump off a bridge, but I might rappel.
Michelle: Really?
Michael: It’s just like a shortcut to the ground!
Michelle: So? BASE jumping is an even FASTER shortcut!

And with that, he’ll probably never rappel either.

Michelle: My ankle hurts. Can I blame you?
Michael: Can I stop you?
Michelle: You could try logic?
Michael: Like that ever works with you.

Mysterious paper sculptures in Edinburgh libraries.

via Neil Gaiman

It’s not even noon and it’s already 86 F.

I believe that I am going to estivate this entire weekend.

This weekend was supposed to be full of travel. I drive to Charleston to see Michael’s family. A side trip on the way home so I could take pictures at New River Gorge. Then a trip to Parkersburg to see JULES!

However, soon after we got on the interstate, we ran over something (kuh-thunk). A bit later, we discovered that when braking, we now heard a vibrating sound from the driver’s side front wheel air. I’m fearing either the disc (more bad) or the pad (less pad) got warped, which would account for the vibrating with braking at interstate speeds, but no noticeable change otherwise.

Regardless, brake problems + highway speeds != safety, so we turned around and came home. Tomorrow we’ll call the shop by our house and see if we can get the car in on Tuesday. (Having only one car means repairs are done at places within walking distance. The only real drawback we’ve found.)

Guess we wanted to spend the long weekend in town relaxing.

If you haven’t seen this site yet, you really need to check it out.

Women Fighters in Reasonable Armour

And this one too!

Morgantown AP 39° 39′ N 79° 55′ W

via Latitude & Longitude – Look Up.

Just cuz I wanted a reference.

But I was using it for this: UV exposure calculator

And since I wrote that post, I can’t get this out of my head.

So a couple weeks ago, I was looking for suggestions for displaying postcards.

What I neglected to mention at the time was that I have a single postcard on display, however, I purchased it “as is” so, recreating that layout was going to be beyond me.

But I love how you can see both sides of the card.

So I spent some time looking on-line, and didn’t see anything reasonable I liked. Then I checked Target where I thought I remembered seeing clear glass picture frames. I was right–they had them.

Unfortunately, this solution isn’t perfect–the frames were in a box, so you couldn’t see that they used double sided tape to hold the picture to the back frame of glass, and the wooden rectangle that holds the glass in the frame is kinda flimsy. Plus, the double-sided tape left ugly smears on the glass (Yes, I have Goo-Gone. But I figured the more I fooled with the glass, the more likely I was to break it and end up needing stitches). However, what I had going for me was that the postcards are thicker than pictures, and since some of them have spent years on my refrigerator, they aren’t particularly flat, all of which seems to work to hold them in place.

We’ll have to see how this holds up in the long run, but for now, I’m quite pleased.

Upon hearing this morning about the website What’s Your Favorite Number, I immediately went to enter my favorite number–and to attempt to explain why it’s my favorite number.

My favorite number is 7, but it must be written correctly, with a serif and a slash.

First, I like writing the number 7 (I obviously write it with a serif and a slash.) Second, 7 (when written properly) conforms to the thing I like about several other numbers–they physically represent in some manner their number.

1 (without the serif or slash) takes only a single mark to create. 3 has three end-points. And when written with a serif and slash, you can count seven points on a seven.

Odd? Yeah. But it’s not like there’s anything particularly logical about a favorite number.

So what’s your favorite number, and why? (And go vote! “I don’t have a favorite number” is an option!)

I’m looking for suggestions/ideas.

I love to get postcards, and save the postcards I get. Currently, they’re on the fridge, but that really isn’t the best way to keep the safe, especially the ones I want to keep.

I can get a photo album book for them, but then they aren’t being displayed. However, framing them and hanging them on the wall means you can’t see both sides (and you need to see the “other” side to see details about the card and where it was from).

Any one else save postcards? And if so, how do you display/save them?

Ideal would be some kind of hard clear case in some sort of rack so you could pick them up and look at both sides. Anyone know anything like that?

Anything on your mind?

Was just sitting here wondering, what is your favorite REM song?

If you hate REM, no need to tell me so, though you can ask me to ask about another artist or group.

Also wrong:

Today’s word is in honor of my niece: Narwhal

Wake up after having had dreams that my phone was broken.

Get up to discover that, despite charging all night, the battery on my phone is dead.

Switch the battery, turn on phone, get dressed and leave for Farmer’s Market.

After phone finally turns completely on, Michael notices I have a voice mail from my pregnant friend. I’m supposed to watch her kid if she goes into labor early, which is why I’ve been trying to keep my phone charged at all times.

Message says that she is in the hospital. She fell down the stairs–she is OK, the baby is OK, but they are keeping her for observation. Are we still on for her kid taking a nap (originally wrote that as kid napping, and that’s was just wrong) at our house today as planned? (We want to make sure kid is going to be comfortable sleeping here.)

Head to Best Buy. One hour later, I have a loaner phone, and my replacement phone should be here in a week. My loaner phone is NOT awesome, but I suppose I only need it for a couple days.

And now I have a preschooler napping in our guest bedroom while her daddy is visiting mommy in the hospital, where she’ll be kept overnight for observation.

In other news, I didn’t get the grocery shopping done today OR any of the house cleaning. But Mommy and baby are OK, and preschooler seems perfectly content to nap here, so in the grand scheme of things, it’s all good.

Oh. Preschooler likes ladybugs and caterpillars and frogs.

Just so you know.

Cashier at Grocery Store, looking at my items on the belt: Oh my goodness, your groceries are organized *perfectly*!
Me: Well, OCD is good for something.
Cashier: I think it’s OCD-lightful!

Too bad I’m only in  the mood for whimsical destruction.