Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
And I have to express my sorrow at the passing of Paul Newman. There is no public figure that I admire more than Newman. A liberal icon who bragged that one of his proudest accomplishments was getting on Nixon's enemies list, who brought good from tragedy when he set up a foundation in his late son's name to help those struggling with substance abuse, who donated millions of dollars to good works through his Newman's Own line of products, who starred in some of my favorite movies, and who was the best looking man around at every decade of his life.
I hope he rests in peace.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
We also have her on the steroid prednisone; the cancer she has will ultimately attack her gastric system, and the prednisone will help keep that in check as much as possible. However, the prednisone makes her very thirsty and very hungry. She drinks a ton of water, and has gone from being an avid forager for food, to a rabid forager for food. I see her eyeing strangers walking down the street carrying their to-go containers from local restaurants. When we go for walks, she only wants to take a path that takes her past locations where food is likely to be found - like restaurant parking lots and dumpsters.
I try to keep her full on lots of carrots, but I still advise watching your fingers and toes if you are eating in her presence.
I was 11/16 in my NFL picks last week - not good enough to win, but a vast improvement over the previous week.
I've lost about 5 lbs. on Jenny Craig, and even that amount feels good! My goals for my weight loss are a bit more modest than the Jenny Craig people. I'll be thrilled to lose 10 lbs. I'll be ecstatic if I lose 15, I'll be over the moon if I lose 20 . . .
According the the Jenny computer program when I signed up, my recommended weight loss was between 18 - 50 lbs. 50???? Seriously? 50 lbs would put me below my freakin' high school weight. Much to their disdain, I stated my goal as 20 lbs., but assured them I'd be willing to reconsider if I made my goal, much to their relief.
Work is crazy busy this week.
How is your week going?
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
We were right under the flight path to the OC Airport, and had some pretty cool and pretty close up views of the underside of both private and commercial airplanes. My attempt to catch a photo on my iPhone of a plane was to no avail, but look how blue the sky is . . .
By the way, I love the eReader on my iPhone! Now, I always have a book with me to read when the opportunity presents itself. I finished up a Miss Marple mystery today, and started one featuring Hercule Poirot.
When Shackle and her owner were unable to get out of town in time to avoid Hurricaine Ike, they showed up at a local church where folks were taking sanctuary from the rising floods. Shackle was welcomed along with her keeper, and here she hangs out on the altar riding out the storm . . .
As reported by the AP:
"The full-grown lion was from a local zoo, and the owner was trying to drive to safety with the animal when he saw cars and trucks stranded in the rising floodwaters. He knew he and the lion were in trouble. He headed for the church and was met by a group of residents who helped the lion wade inside, where they locked it in a sanctuary as the storm raged. The water crept up to their waists, and two-by-fours came floating through broken windows. But the lion was as calm as a kitten.
When daylight came, everyone was still alive. "They worked pretty well together, actually," said the lion's owner, Michael Ray Kujawa. "When you have to swim, the lion doesn't care about eating nobody."
Everybody in the church made it through the storm safely, and Shackle was rewarded for her good behavior with a pork roast.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday morning I headed over to the Bolsa Chica Wetlands for a hike. This time of year, there was not much wildlife, but I did get a couple photos of this Snowy Egret, and - drumroll please - this squirrel.
Hanna's doing well. The prednisone is making her very thirsty, so we are going through many bowls of water, and making lots of potty runs. And, with her stitches all healed, she got a bath today.
My football picks this week were a disaster. Next week I'm using a chimp to pull names out of a hat. Odds are my correct picks will improve with that trick.
I've lost a few pounds with Jenny Craig, and am adjusting to the program. I went in Saturday morning, and had a different consultant. She was a tad less annoying than the first one. My goal is to come up with a few pat comments/answers for each session that make it appear I'm contributing to the conversation, but leave no room for follow up inquiries.
Oh, and on Mad Men - Betty Draper is a beeyotch!
Friday, September 12, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Aiding Sarah Palin for Vice President is exciting and frustrating at the same time. Encouraging each other to be confident, sassy, and taking no crap from no - task here. [sic].
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Palin v. Biden
This is a group to discuss the differences between both running mates and their prospective leaders of the 2008 election. [sic]
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For those who *really* don't want to see this woman anywhere near the 48 continental United States, much less the White House. (And, it looks like Hawaii doesn't want her, either.)
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Monday, September 08, 2008
I didn't get too much done on Saturday - I was suffering through a sinus headache, but still headed out to the local pub to get in my and my brother's football pool picks. The bartender swore she had a remedy that would solve both hangovers (from which I wasn't suffering), and sinus headaches.
Take a can of Tecate. Don't pop it open. Squeeze lots of lime juice into the closed top of the can. Add a dash of salt and a good dash of Tapatio hot sauce. Pop the top and down a good portion of the can of beer.
It didn't cure my headache, but it was quite tasty.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
She's pretty new to Jenny Craig, having changed careers when the mortgage industry dried up. She's super hyper, talks constantly, talks over me, and doesn't listen to anything I say so that she keeps repeating the same questions . . .
Thursday, September 04, 2008
I brought my iPhone with me, so while the girls grazed on grass, I read Miss Marple on my eReader and listened to the sound track to Into the Wild.
'twas a lovely way to end the day . . . Oh, and a colleague of mine was just in Atlantic City and he sent me some salt water taffy, which was waiting on the front porch when I got home.
So besides having to listen to two a-holes in my office discussing how Sarah Palin really does have more experience than Obama, and whether they are going to shell out 700 bucks to hear her speak to some right wing nut job organization to which they belong, it was, overall, a good day.
And as someone posted on Knitters for Obama today, "Jesus was a community organizer; Pontius Pilate was a governor."
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Tuesday, September 02, 2008
I accomplished my goal for the weekend and finally finished this sweater! Of course, it's made of wool, so not suitable for wearing in So Cal for another three months . . .
Even though the holiday was yesterday, the office is deserted today which amplifies my lethargic work ethic.
I'm starting to totally dig the eReader on my iPhone. I finished Tarzan of the Apes and started a Miss Marple mystery while I was getting a pedicure. Tarzan is one of those books that you have to keep reminding yourself was written before anybody had heard the terms "politically correct." Now while I'm no expert on babies raised by animals, it seems to me unlikely that such a baby, when he had reached his teens, could stumble upon some books and teach himself to be a fluent reader and writer. It also seems unlikely that a child who had never spoken except in his native ape language would develop a fluent and charming way with French in about a month. (It's unclear what species of ape he lived with, but it seems to be some sort of missing link). It also seems unlikely that the spawn of a British fop and his wife would grow into a master hunter and fighter.
All that being said, the book did come free with the eReader.
Oh, and I did get a chuckle out of this cartoon my cousin sent me . . .