Just watched the Nate Berkus show (I believe he’s one of Oprah’s minions). He talked about clutterer’s (I prefer this term, too) personalities. And I fit them all, but one if them hit home. It’s a rebellion thing, if you were raised strictly you tend to rebel when you’re older. Well, my mother got mad at me when I was about 8 because I hadn’t picked up my toys and she threw them all out. So I’ve decided it’s all my mom’s fault that i keep a lot of crap and my house is a mess.
Tonight at rehearsal, we’re going to record our first CD. 
This made me smile. Lutherans hitting thebottle?
YES! I fell in love with this when I first saw it!
Nice BBBobbio but wouldn’t you perfer sump’n a little more cultured?
Dindin will be pork roast with sweet N.O.T., collard greens (quit ickin’, they’re good!) and cornbread. YUM!
I’ll get caught up in a little bit, but I just had to share this. How cool is that?!?!? Taken today at the Science Teacher Conference in Baltimore.
FairyChatDaughter has scored major jake points MOOOOOOM! Did she get his autograph?
OK, I’ve had a chance to read from where I left off. So, HI! Happy Veterans Day!
After **FCD **and I went out to breakfast, I started working in the back yard. I raked leaves out of 2 flower beds pulled up dead/dying stuff, including the mater plants, swept the deck, then put in a border around the little garden surrounding the deck. I planted some liriope, a variegated grass thing whose name escapes me, some hosta, a gerbera daisy that one of daughter’s students gave to her last spring, and my moss roses. Then I mulched the bed with the ground stump leavin’s from the tree we had removed out back. Plus I moved some mulch from out front to the pile in the back yard. And I did laundry - in fact, I’m still doing laundry.
I’s tahred! Plus I cut one finger, smashed another, tore my jeans on the trailer, and tracked a bunch of dirt into the kitchen. I need a shower.
Tomorrow, I’ll plant some stuff in the other garden in the back yard, and maybe rake out two beds in the front yard. I also need to decide where to put the coneflowers, the black-eyed susans, and the day lilies. And I need to move a couple of azaleas. Wonder how much of that I’ll get done tomorrow?
I’m waiting for the auto body shop to call back and tell me what’s going on with my car. She promised to call me right back half an hour ago. I just want her to tell me I’ll get the car back tomorrow.
That’s about all in my life for today. And I don’t want a plush bacon, so someone else can have my share.
**swampy **- I don’t know if she got his autograph - I haven’t had a chance to talk to her. But she has photographic evidence, so that’s cool!
Bill Nye the Science Guy! Too cool for school! Or not, as it seems…
Nice, FCM! Congrats to the science teacher!
Love the bottle-hitting,** Bobbio**.
I’ve pretty much been a slug all day. Watched some stuff online, knitted and read for a while. Went out and raked a bit and put some branches in the yard waste, but that’s about it.
Back to work tomorrow…
But, first, more reading and knitting and stuff.
There was more, but I’ve forgotten what.
Hugs.
GT
I just made a strangled sound. SHE WAS IN HIS PRESENCE. I’m jealous.
I have no idea what Culinary Boy has done to this computer. Charter was here today to finagle something with the connection which seems to be working now. The speakers, however, aren’t. Also, is has been determined that the main hard drive will die sometime in the medium future. I am officially sick of hard drive failures. He’s downstairs all frustrated and getting pissed (in the British sense). I’m up here avoiding yet another night of irritation and I don’t have the cash to hide out at the coffeeshop until tomorrow.
Also, in TMI news, I have determined that I have a yeast infection.
Don’t mind me, I’ll be over here muttering vile things.
It’s been crisis mode all week at work. Yippee.
And I didn’t sleep well last night but still felt that I had to get up for the indoor cycling class at 5:45 a.m. that I was signed up for. So I’m a bit sleepy now.
And I don’t know what to make for dinner.
Just talked to daughter - apparently she was the only one who was able to get a picture with Bill Nye. After she did, his handler whisked him away.
Tomorrow she gets the behind-the-scenes tour of the Baltimore Aquarium - I am sooooooo jealous! She got lucky, too - her school or the board of ed screwed up and didn’t pay for her participation, but the conference is going to bill the school and I guess she’ll work it out with her principal when she gets back.
Oh, and she said “I got herpes!!!” - someone there was selling the plush germs that you can get on Think Geek so she got Herpes and Black Death and a Cephalopod. That’s my baby girl…
One more load to wash - man, we had a lot of dirty clothes! I *had *to do laundry - I was all out of unders and almost out of jeans. Now I’m good. And in a few minutes, I’m going to assume the knit position and try to relax. Day one of 4-day weekend is about done…
So if you had waited one more day to do laundry you would have posted sans pants and underwear? 
Disappointments, and hope.
Within the last 5 minutes, I got dinged by the Cedar Rapids people. There is still another interview cooking with a different group, though.
I also have a nibble on a company transfer, which would make me Moooooooooooooom’s neighbor IRL.
**BBBobbio **- you know you want to be close to me… 
I do that a lot - but I spare you that detail and merely tell you I’m in my robe… 
And lest you worry, I do have some backup underwear - kinda like always having a supply of TP in reserve, yanno? They’re a bit ratty, but in an emergency, they work. There’s a lesson in there somewhere…
Vibrating Kitty, if you were anywhere near me I could fit you out with a hard drive or three. I have four or five of them lying about.They never seem to go out on me. Motherboards, on the other hand…
Sad day. My favorite uncle, the last of the siblings on my dad’s side died today. Johnny was a musical fixture in his neck of the world, but beyond that, one of the cooler people ever. I’m slamming Cuervo (the drink, not the cat) tonight, and listening to his CD’s.
My favorite Johnny story: His mom, my grandmother died about two years after my father did. Dad made all the arrangements beforehand, and I was the one left to handle the funeral home, church, etc… Johnny had to fly in from LA to Chicago then limo to my little town and was only arriving as grandma got carried out of the church.
He nudged me, hugged my wife and explained all the delays he’d had.
“yeah, so I’m late to my mom’s funeral…(beat…beat…big grin), but HEY, I look good huh?”
He always looked good!
To know Uncle John was to know he wasn’t being vain, just being Johnny. Always in the bright suit, hat and silk scarf. He spent his life in the company of people like Tito Puente, Xavier Cugat, Ciela Cruz , Chuey Reyes and the like.
I was once having breakfast at his favorite dive in LA with him, when no less than Johnny Carson walked in. Understand, this was a 4-table menudo/huevos ranchero kind of place. I leaned over at Unc, and said “that guy looks like Johnny Carson” Johnny turns, looks, yells “hey you silver pendejo!!”
Carson laughs, comes over, sits, orders Cokes for the table, hugs my kid and starts telling me stories of late nights/early mornings at clubs watching my uncle and his orchestra make his magic.
Time for another shot.
RIP Uncle John.
Just decided to shave off my beard and moustache. Took three razors and that was after cutting most of it off with scissors. My face feels sort of raw. And my sink looks like a weasel exploded in it.