Thursday, February 24, 2011

For steven...who also appreciates the sky

"Grab your camera and come outside!"  Hubby called enthusiastically yesterday evening after I got home from work.  I was tired and none too thrilled, to tell you the truth, but he doesn't ask much of me so I did as requested.

There's a reason this man understands the great out of doors.  And merely one of the many reasons I'm still glad he's around after all these years.

He said it looked like fish scales to him.  I thought it looked more like bubbles in a champagne glass...which was especially humorous since I don't drink.  What do you think?



And so the hunt for the spectacular sunset began.

 But one more of the fluffy whatever-you-see clouds.

Some will see a setting sun and cloud with a flaw.
I see God peeking down through the clouds to say goodnight.


Look closely and you'll see a helicopter's black silhoutte...
a Medi-Vac hospital helicopter winging someone toward help.  
But if you look at it long enough, 
I swear it looks as if the ocean and golden dunes 
have been turned upside down.

My favorite.

To us, a lonely little cloud breaks away from the crowd.
To a conspiracy theorist...a UFO hovers.

One more stroke with the artist's brush and 
day is done in the country.

Night y'all!

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Not a Hissy Fit

 I want to preface this with the following, "I AM NOT BRAGGING!"  I like four seasons, which we usually have in the correct order.   I don't like seasons changing in mid-week!

Yes.  I feel better now.

Yesterday, we in the sunny American South set a new record HIGH for February:81 degrees [27C]!  Seriously?  In FEBRUARY?  Today's high?  a mere 61....a drop of 20 degrees in less than 24 hours.

Do I think it's Global Warming?  No.  

I think Mother Nature is experiencing menopause.

And Tuesday's temperature was merely a hot flash.  

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Microfiction Monday

It's a Monday (or late Sunday night) so it must be time to visit Susan with our stories. Make sure to let her know if you wrote a 140 character story.

THIS WEEK'S PHOTO
  "I didn't mind ghosts slamming all the doors one by one," Billy Bob sighed. 
"Just that damn lunatic ghost hunter screaming like a girl!"

Friday, February 18, 2011

Friday 55

If  you write a story in 55 words, please take time to let the G-Man know you played. I know.  I'm REALLY late.  But if you had to take pictures of your male co-workers wearing red dresses, it would take you a day to recoup too.  :)  
(It was for the American Heart Association so it was good fun for a great cause!)


In cyberspace you cross paths with people you don’t know.  
Folks you’ll never meet.

Yet you let them into your world, 
while they hold open the door to theirs. 

One lets me peek down a street  I’d be afraid to venture.  
But he’s taught me how men change.  
Love heals.  
Good prevails.

Welcome home, Jimmy.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

For Titus, Ponita & Charlie

Saturday.   Most people see it as that day of the week for kicking up their heels and having fun.  I can "see" it like that, it just doesn't usually work out that way. 

When I was a kid Saturday mornings were filled with those mundane household chores which made us grow up to be socially responsible adults.  Well, that sounds better than I can't have any fun on Saturday until the laundry is done because the little voice from childhood yells, "Chores first!"    I even remember as a child telling my Mom, "When I grow up, I'm NOT having Saturdays!"  This meant, to me, I would not do laundry.

It's Saturday.  I just finished the 3rd load... with one to go.

Titus has written a fun poem about this chore.  And I thought of her the other day when I grabbed up the latest load of pillows made by my senior citizens destined for hospice patients.  It's one of their many projects to help the community.  This one just sort of stood out.

 So I'll try to remember that notion on laundry day.

In honor of Ponita's birthday (yesterday but why not stretch it out for the whole weekend?)  I offer up a selection by my favorite Canadian singer, Michael Buble.  (Map, kindly note that I said favorite "Canadian" singer...you're still my favorite Irish one).   

Because Charlie has recently discovered Mr. Buble as well, I thought he'd enjoy Michael's take on Hollywood, which he co-wrote.  You know someone's a good guy when he uses his actual buddies to pick him up at the end of the video.

And yes, I will always have a soft spot for Cowboys...even Canadian ones.  Enjoy!

Friday, February 11, 2011

Friday 55

In a few minutes, using 55 words, write a story.  No.  Really.  It's fun.  Then  kindly take the take time to let the G-Man know you played.


Is it a dozen roses?
Candy hearts?
Holding hands?
Diamonds?
Love poems?
Stolen kisses?
Candle lit dinners?
Long walks in the moonlight?

Nope.

True love is when the man in your life boils water on a camp stove so you can take a hot bath after a hurricane knocks out the power for 13 days.

 

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Microfiction Monday

It's s Monday (or late Sunday night) so it must be time to visit Susan with our stories. Make sure to let her know if you wrote a 140 character story.


THIS WEEK'S PHOTO
"Mind you, I hate to complain," began the # 7.  
"After all this is a lovely clock and location."

"But why do I look like an upside down 2?"

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Too Busy to Shank Each Other

I'll admit it...when I think of the criminal justice system in America, I often envision it as "School for Learning New Bad Social Skills"...if inmates survive their incarceration.  Here's a clip recently forwarded to me of prisoners in a Philippine jail doing a huge dance routine to Michael Jackson music.   It's a couple of years old  but it's worth watching!  It's rather amazing to watch murders, rapists and drug traffickers learn to work together instead of plotting how to gather new victims.  Here's a link to a New York Times story about the group. 

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Friday, February 4, 2011

Dear Mr. G-Man

I didn't have time to ask my Mom to write an excuse note for why I failed to turn in my Friday 55 today.  But here goes.  And I can't even blame the dog for eating it!  

My plan after exiting Thursday morning's Staff Meeting was to spend my lunch hour lovingly crafting my Friday 55.  That was before the Supervisor "shared" with the group that I would be taking on yet ANOTHER task: teaching ceramics at the main office to ALL the seniors who wanted to learn.  Oh joy. I thought I was done doing that 5 years ago.  I was then added to another committee and even trying to beg off with {in reasonable voice}, "The County Administrator has put me on a new project" to {whiny voice} "Oh come on!  Surely there is someone other than ME capable of doing this!"

Being capable is a bad thing in my line of work.  Sigh.

So I missed a lunch out with the seniors to go back to Project #12355 (County Administrator's) when the Telephone guy called to say he was coming out to install DSL.  Hallelujah!  Finally, they're giving me the proper tools to do all this extra stuff.

Yes, I should know better.

The Telephone guy was there in 30 minutes...he should teach the Cable guy that trick.  Telephone Guy, had his technological end set up in minutes.  That's when we discovered that although the antique which passes as a work computer on my desk has an Ethernet card....no one in IT ever thought it was necessary to set it up to work!

Did I mention that Telephone Guy also discovered I was working on a 1998 Windows system...merely upgraded to Windows XP 2002?

Off went helpful Telephone Guy, looking sad enough for both of us.  And although I'm pretty sure since I pay taxes and vote that I'm adult enough to contact IT all by myself, Chain of Command means calling the Supervisor to ask "Mother May I?"

Luckily for me I got the only male with power in the office who sighed and said, "Just call them and explain it.  Then we'll know the message got through."

I just love that little bald headed guy.  I believe my exact words were, "Thanks Dad!"  as he laughed.  He's 5 years younger than I am and may be the only other person in our department, besides me, who has a functioning sense of humor.

And in true tech fashion when I called IT....I got an answering machine.  I left a message in hopes they will return my call before 2012.  My next meeting with the Big Man is on Monday.
So, in true I-am-exhausted fashion, I slugged through the cold, stinging rain  and plopped into my car, not thrilled about the commute ahead.  Then I tried to crank my car.

That caused the most god awful sound I've ever heard.  So I shut it off.  Looked around.  No idiot light.  Nothing falling off the car.  I tried again.  Horrible sound, half as bad.  I shut off the car just in time to watch a cat launch himself from under my car and off through the wooded lot next door as if his butt was on fire.  Tail in the air, he was looking back over his shoulder as if I would be coming to get him.  For you cat lovers, he appeared to have all his body parts and no blood flowing from them.  Shaking my head I cranked the car up, put it in reverse and putted backwards with no problem.

Then I put it into gear and couldn't turn the steering wheel.  At this moment, the idiot light indicated my Engine was mad at me.

Long story short; that darn cat's resting spot (almost his last) had gotten him tangled up just enough that when I initially started the car, he did the tango with my drive belt and knocked it loose.  Had to call the Hubby to come and rescue me....Hubby who was 22 miles from my office.

At least I held the flashlight as he powered his way past  the "you need a special tool to loosen that part" to get me back on the road.

So before I left work today, with it cold and rainy again, I pounded on my car's hood, slammed the door and blew the horn several times before cranking her up.

And that's my excuse for not having a 55 story today.  Hopefully it won't be an excuse I ever have to use again.