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I finally got some good pictures of the latest acquisition from Jungle Jim’s, made when we were in Cincinnati for Andy and Heather’s wedding.
I’m not planning on eating it, but if anyone is interested: it’s sugar-free!
I finally got some good pictures of the latest acquisition from Jungle Jim’s, made when we were in Cincinnati for Andy and Heather’s wedding.
I’m not planning on eating it, but if anyone is interested: it’s sugar-free!
Hadn’t had much of a chance to go through any of the pictures I’d taken this fall.
Pictures taken at my grandmother’s house.
I also got a couple of senic pictures on the way home–the weather however didn’t really cooperate, so despite the beautiful fall color, I got few pictures.
Me: Michael?
Michael: What?
Where are you?
I’m in the basement.
What are you doing?
I’m looking for my eye.
Oh.
(pause)
Me: That reminds me, have you seen my big stick?
Michael: I can’t look for yout big stick until I find my eye!
(later)
Michael: AAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (holds out eye)
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Just talked to my parents. Cousin Pat’s cancer has spread. It’s now in her adrenal system and other nodes near her heart.
They’re talking about other experimental studies and treatment, since the study she wanted to enter required enterants to be cancer free.
Damn.
I had a strange dream last night. It’d been awhile since I’d had one, so despite the weirdness, I rather enjoyed it.
The DA has an interesting article on a recently publiched book about UFO sightings in Flatwoods.
Because they don’t think we’re crazy enough here in WV as it is…
I wish someone would explain to me why in Windows XP, you still need to go to DOS to create a text file of a directory list. Stupid.
Meanwhile, here’s what I’ve been listening when I walk:
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When I left work today, that jackass Warner was politicking in front of Health Sciences. Despite tremendous urges to the contrary, I did not walk over and spit on him.
Although I really wanted to.
That the biggest slumlord in Morgantown can claim that he will be a good steward of the state astounds me. Does he think we don’t see the properties McCoy 6 owns? Doesn’t he realize that every student McCoy 6 has screwed over is going to venomously remember how they were treated?
The only good news is that the Bush/Warner signs that were plastered all over town were put up without the premission of the Bush campaign, and they are not pleased. I particularly like the headlines in the Diminishing Pest: Warner campaign denies connection to signs. Candidate says Bush posters are ‘perfectly legal’ That’s great. We didn’t do it! But even if we did it’s okay!
My favorite sign was a Bush/Warner sign plastered on a beater truck full of trash.
Ha.
I can’t decide if it’s me, or if everyone I know is crazy.
(To this I am sure Michael would reply, “yes.”)
1.
We were watching the 1st game of the World Series (my dad loves baseball) at my grandmother’s house. She doesn’t have cable, so the signal was coming in from her antenna. The picture would occasionally fade to black and white, but only for a second or so.
Dad: This picture isn’t that great.
Michael: Of course the picture is terrible! It’s radio!
Everyone: ?
2.
I discovered this weekend that my father had wanted to name my brother Orestes because it means “of the mountains“.
I realized when we got home last night that I had not realized that I am buried under a huge pile of work, both for work and school.
I’m sure this is because over the weekend I came up with about 6 different things I wanted to write about.
One of the nice things about visiting Grandmom, is that we are usually the first two people wup, and so I get to spend time with her in the morning, just sitting and talking.
We don’t necessarily discuss anything of consequence, we just sit and chat.
It’s a long-standing tradition. Grandmom says that when I was quite small, we’d sit in the kitchen and make Play Doh creatures, or color. But when I got older, we’d sit and talk.
It’s that something about her kitchen that gives me a sense of contentment whenever I’m there. Just walking into her kitchen makes me feel better–and I’m rather fond of kitchens in general, as we’ve sat and talked in other kitchens: at my parent’s house when I was little, at the house where my parents currently live, even here at my house. But it’s not quite the same as being in her kitchen.
Just got back from Baltimore and visiting my grandmother. It was a good visit (they all are, really) although we were pretty busy the whole time we were there, and didn’t get home to 7, so I’m pretty tired.
We visited with cousin Pat, and I got to hear from here how things are, and how the treatment of her cancer is progressing. Although her cancer was at stage 4, she is still optimistic, which is a good thing.
We also did a lot of stuff for my grandmother, including sneakily getting her some more plants. I picked out four of the winter hardy pansies to go in an empty pot on her porch, dad picked out a red mum we planted under her mailbox, and we picked up to crocuses, daffodils, and dutch irises to plant about her yard. She should be surprised come spring, although I am a bit worried about the bulbs–there were several bulbs that were obviously dead, and a couple that didn’t look in too good shape. I definitely do NOT recommend Home Depot as a place for bulbs, although the workers there were wonderful–extremely helpful as we were attempting to gather the oddements that we needed for the various repair jobs.
So Home Depot was good for the helpful and nice employees, but I’m less than impressed with the bulbs we bought.
But it was wonderful just to spend time visiting–we spent a lot of time just joking and laughing, so although I’m tired, I still feel great.
I love visits with my grandmother.
I’ve mentioned before that we live close to the stadium.
Sometimes there are advantages.
Plus, being stuck at home was a good excuse to make chocolate biscotti.
The only disapointment is that we’re not close enough to hear the band.
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