This morning, Geoff realized that the Internet connection was not working. After calling our provider, and resetting the router, etc, the Customer Service Goon ascertained that the router was not getting a signal. He told Geoff to take the router to our local Time Warner store to exchange it for a new one.
After waiting in the store for an HOUR(Geoff said that there were wall-to-wall people in there, wanting Hi-Def cable for the big game tomorrow...nothing like waiting til the last minute, you morons) yet another Customer Service Goon told Geoff that they couldn't give us a wireless router ( like we have) and that we would have to wait for the Technician Goon to bring us one on Monday.
Now. Don't you think that information would have come in handy for Geoff to know before waiting in line for an hour?
So that's why I'm here, curled up at a Starbucks with the lap top.
If anyone needs to get hold of me from now until Monday, call me.
(Those of you who might actually need to talk to me will already have my numbers. I'm sure not going to give out my numbers here....you ever seen some of the people who read this blog????)
: )
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
The suckiness of ICE
So we are beginning to dig out of Ohio's Big Winter Storm.
Yesterday, after 3 to 5 inches of snow fell onto the INCH of ice and an older, 5 inch layer of snow, the sun came out. Like a cruel joke.
The birds were rolling in, with frantic darting of their eyes. Their natural food sources were buried. Every bird who landed in the crab apple tree slide down a few inches before being able to grasp the sucky ice-covered branch.
Shall we look at some ice?
Here we have an icy white-throated sparrow:
And next is an icy white-breasted nuthatch:
And an icy mockingbird. With ICE on his FACE!
This cardinal doesn't look icy, but he was.
A day isn't complete without an icy robin butt:
Sure, the ice made the usual into pretty candy form,
and popsicles,
...and plain forms into works of art:
But in the end, it still sucks.
Yesterday, after 3 to 5 inches of snow fell onto the INCH of ice and an older, 5 inch layer of snow, the sun came out. Like a cruel joke.
The birds were rolling in, with frantic darting of their eyes. Their natural food sources were buried. Every bird who landed in the crab apple tree slide down a few inches before being able to grasp the sucky ice-covered branch.
Shall we look at some ice?
Here we have an icy white-throated sparrow:
And next is an icy white-breasted nuthatch:
And an icy mockingbird. With ICE on his FACE!
This cardinal doesn't look icy, but he was.
A day isn't complete without an icy robin butt:
Sure, the ice made the usual into pretty candy form,
and popsicles,
...and plain forms into works of art:
But in the end, it still sucks.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Ice sucks. Snow sucks. Closed schools suck.
You may have heard that a rather large winter storm is blowing through the country from Texas to New England. We are sort of in the middle of that. As I type this, BB's of ice are pelting the windows.
Our school system(s) are closed, and will be tomorrow too.
I don't like being forced to stay in the house. If I want to stay in the house, I'm fine. But force me to be here, and I am like a caged thing, pacing in front of the bars and growling at everybody.
It's not like I had any real reason to leave the house today, but I wanted to as soon as I realized the weather wouldn't let me.
Grr.
I have a program on Thursday morning, but even if I can get across town to pick up the birds, who's to say that the cages aren't frozen shut? It's happened before. Oh, and there's the sheet of ice inches thick in the hallway between the mews. We can't put down any sort of salt or chemical melting agent, because of our feet tracking the gunk into the mews.
Imagine holding a bird (let's say...ISIS) and walking down a walkway choked with ice. You have to keep the bird on your arm and your butt off the ice. Yeah. It's a lot of fun.
When do the crocus bloom? When will the prairie grow? When do the Osprey return?
I hate Winter.
*thus ends my big ol' pissy rant.
Friday, January 23, 2009
A Meme thingy
1. Do you like bleu cheese? Good God, no. That blue stuff is MOLD!
2. Have you ever smoked? Yep.
3. Do you own a gun? No. But my Dad did (made the boys a bit nervous).
4. What flavor Kool Aid is your favorite? Grape!
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? No. Except OB/GYN appointments. Yuck.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? I think I would like one right now. Covered in Skyline Chili and smothered with cheese and mustard.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? A Christmas Carol....the one with George C. Scott.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coke.
9. Can you do push-ups? Do we mean bras or that exercise thing?
10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding ring. Geoff did GOOD.
(one of the many reasons I married him was because he had a "wedding ring" fund, before we even met. He just wanted to be prepared for when he met the love of his life.)
11. Favorite hobby? Toss-up between birding and beading.
12. Do you have A.D.D? What? How can you ask that? I mean.....oh look! A chicken!
13. Do you wear glasses/contacts? No, but I am supposed to.
14. Middle name? Kay
15. Name thoughts at this moment? Isabelle's achievement (see below)
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Coke, Frappuchinos and milk with Ovaltine
17. Current worry? That the economy is drying up Geoff's assignments.
18. Current hate right now? That House, MD is NOT ON!
19. Favorite place to be? In bed, with 30 minutes until I have to get up
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Curled up on the bed with Geoff and the girls.
21. Where would you like to go? Germany (The Motherland)
22. Name three people who will complete this? I think everyone already did it.
23. Do you own slippers? No....I like barefoot
24 What color shirt are you wearing? Orange RAPTOR sweatshirt...my favorite article of clothing.
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I have in the past, but flannel is nicer
26. Can you whistle? Yes
27. Favorite Color? Green
28. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don't sing there, but usually the theme song to "Go, Diego, GO!" is running through my mind.
29. Would you be a pirate? Hell yes! But I would be a nice one, kind of a Robin Hood sort of pirate.
30. Favorite Girl’s Name? Isabelle/Lorelei, of course!
31. Favorite boy’s name? Forrest (Geoff's grandfather's name)
32. What’s in your pocket right now? A one-dollar coin
33. Last thing that made you laugh? A certain email chain that involved how everyone is going to pee in the woods in West Virginia. You all know who you are.
34. What vehicle do you drive? Subaru, bay-bee! (Nicknamed "Baroo")
35. Worst injury you’ve ever had? Whiplash during car accident in '93
36. Do you love where you live? Yes, dearly. But I wish we had more land to protect and explore
37. How many TVs do you have in your house? Three.
And referring to Number 15:
Isabelle made the HONOR ROLL.
2. Have you ever smoked? Yep.
3. Do you own a gun? No. But my Dad did (made the boys a bit nervous).
4. What flavor Kool Aid is your favorite? Grape!
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? No. Except OB/GYN appointments. Yuck.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? I think I would like one right now. Covered in Skyline Chili and smothered with cheese and mustard.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? A Christmas Carol....the one with George C. Scott.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coke.
9. Can you do push-ups? Do we mean bras or that exercise thing?
10. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding ring. Geoff did GOOD.
(one of the many reasons I married him was because he had a "wedding ring" fund, before we even met. He just wanted to be prepared for when he met the love of his life.)
11. Favorite hobby? Toss-up between birding and beading.
12. Do you have A.D.D? What? How can you ask that? I mean.....oh look! A chicken!
13. Do you wear glasses/contacts? No, but I am supposed to.
14. Middle name? Kay
15. Name thoughts at this moment? Isabelle's achievement (see below)
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Coke, Frappuchinos and milk with Ovaltine
17. Current worry? That the economy is drying up Geoff's assignments.
18. Current hate right now? That House, MD is NOT ON!
19. Favorite place to be? In bed, with 30 minutes until I have to get up
20. How did you bring in the New Year? Curled up on the bed with Geoff and the girls.
21. Where would you like to go? Germany (The Motherland)
22. Name three people who will complete this? I think everyone already did it.
23. Do you own slippers? No....I like barefoot
24 What color shirt are you wearing? Orange RAPTOR sweatshirt...my favorite article of clothing.
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I have in the past, but flannel is nicer
26. Can you whistle? Yes
27. Favorite Color? Green
28. What songs do you sing in the shower? I don't sing there, but usually the theme song to "Go, Diego, GO!" is running through my mind.
29. Would you be a pirate? Hell yes! But I would be a nice one, kind of a Robin Hood sort of pirate.
30. Favorite Girl’s Name? Isabelle/Lorelei, of course!
31. Favorite boy’s name? Forrest (Geoff's grandfather's name)
32. What’s in your pocket right now? A one-dollar coin
33. Last thing that made you laugh? A certain email chain that involved how everyone is going to pee in the woods in West Virginia. You all know who you are.
34. What vehicle do you drive? Subaru, bay-bee! (Nicknamed "Baroo")
35. Worst injury you’ve ever had? Whiplash during car accident in '93
36. Do you love where you live? Yes, dearly. But I wish we had more land to protect and explore
37. How many TVs do you have in your house? Three.
And referring to Number 15:
Isabelle made the HONOR ROLL.
Monday, January 19, 2009
6 Random Things about moi
This meme was going around sometime before Christmas, and I don't think anyone tagged me.
Harrumph. Fine. I tag myself.
1. I have a weird thing about those refrigerated dough cans....you know, the ones that "pop" open when you peel back the wrapping? I freakin' HATE those things. And they never open exactly like they are supposed to. When I do it, it stays closed and I have to put a spoon in the seam and twist. But I do it like this: I gently rest the spoon against the seam, then squeeze my eyes shut and turn away and then push the spoon in. Even when I know it's coming, that "pop" freaks me out. Oh, and the way I do it....makes a big smoosh of dough ooze out and when I get the rest of the dough out, I have to reshape the whole damn thing.
2. I have a weird thing about windshields. My windshield has to be very, very clean. If it is just misting, just a little bit, I have to turn on the wipers. If a bug offs itself on the windshield, I have to stop at a gas station to get it off.
3. I have an extra vertebra, in my neck. Never knew it until I had an MRI in my early twenties after a bad car accident. My Mom found out recently that she has an extra one, too. Maybe we are descended from birds?
Or maybe I just have more backbone than other people?
: )
4. I like to use words in inappropriate ways.
Like FUNNER.
Like, instead of voila, I say VIOLA.
My grandmother worked with a broad who thought she was smart and effed up pronunciations all the time. The best ones:
When talking about the astronaut program in the 60's: "You know, those guys are in a very RIGID program (said like RIG-id, not RIDGE-id). They have to be smart and very MATRICULOUS (instead of articulate).
Even though Grandma is gone, Mom and I still get into hysterics about that broad from Grandma's office.
Another woman we know used to say potpourri just like it is spelled (POT POUR-EE). Now we say it like that just to be funny.
Geoff absolutely hates it. So we do it more.
: )
5. I count steps while I am going up or down them.
Huh. Mix that with the windshield wiper thing, and I taste a little bit OCD, don't I?
6. The other night, Geoff and I went out to a movie for his birthday. While waiting in the insanely-long traffic jam tried to get out of the parking lot, some idiot in a truck came flying out of a side lot and came this close to slamming into my new car. I threw the car in park and opened the door and started yelling at the fool, "What the F*** is wrong with you???? Learn how to drive, you stupid JACK A**!!!!!", and all the while Geoff is desperately plucking at my sleeve trying to get me back into the car. The crackers wisely stayed in their truck.
So I guess Random Thing #6 is that I don't suffer fools gladly.
"Hunh?"
Harrumph. Fine. I tag myself.
1. I have a weird thing about those refrigerated dough cans....you know, the ones that "pop" open when you peel back the wrapping? I freakin' HATE those things. And they never open exactly like they are supposed to. When I do it, it stays closed and I have to put a spoon in the seam and twist. But I do it like this: I gently rest the spoon against the seam, then squeeze my eyes shut and turn away and then push the spoon in. Even when I know it's coming, that "pop" freaks me out. Oh, and the way I do it....makes a big smoosh of dough ooze out and when I get the rest of the dough out, I have to reshape the whole damn thing.
2. I have a weird thing about windshields. My windshield has to be very, very clean. If it is just misting, just a little bit, I have to turn on the wipers. If a bug offs itself on the windshield, I have to stop at a gas station to get it off.
3. I have an extra vertebra, in my neck. Never knew it until I had an MRI in my early twenties after a bad car accident. My Mom found out recently that she has an extra one, too. Maybe we are descended from birds?
Or maybe I just have more backbone than other people?
: )
4. I like to use words in inappropriate ways.
Like FUNNER.
Like, instead of voila, I say VIOLA.
My grandmother worked with a broad who thought she was smart and effed up pronunciations all the time. The best ones:
When talking about the astronaut program in the 60's: "You know, those guys are in a very RIGID program (said like RIG-id, not RIDGE-id). They have to be smart and very MATRICULOUS (instead of articulate).
Even though Grandma is gone, Mom and I still get into hysterics about that broad from Grandma's office.
Another woman we know used to say potpourri just like it is spelled (POT POUR-EE). Now we say it like that just to be funny.
Geoff absolutely hates it. So we do it more.
: )
5. I count steps while I am going up or down them.
Huh. Mix that with the windshield wiper thing, and I taste a little bit OCD, don't I?
6. The other night, Geoff and I went out to a movie for his birthday. While waiting in the insanely-long traffic jam tried to get out of the parking lot, some idiot in a truck came flying out of a side lot and came this close to slamming into my new car. I threw the car in park and opened the door and started yelling at the fool, "What the F*** is wrong with you???? Learn how to drive, you stupid JACK A**!!!!!", and all the while Geoff is desperately plucking at my sleeve trying to get me back into the car. The crackers wisely stayed in their truck.
So I guess Random Thing #6 is that I don't suffer fools gladly.
"Hunh?"
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Hooper and a Cooper
I love that as a birder, I have learned a few things to help me be more observant.
When all the birds at your feeders just disappear, what happened?
Lorelei and I brought our lunches over to the front window to watch the starlings eat all of my Zick Dough. She was marveling at the tiny white chevrons that starlings have in the Winter (she didn't say chevrons, she actually called them "checks").
I was gritting my teeth and wishing quick death to all of the freeloaders, when they suddenly and loudly departed. And everyone else did, too.
I asked Lorelei to look for hawks in the trees while I got my camera.
She called out that a hawk was in a pine tree, but it had just flown away. I went into the laundry room, which has a view of our "waiting tree" (where all of our raptors hang out waiting for a helpless morsel of food to fly by).
A juvenile Cooper's hawk was nicely fluffed out and conveniently perched in the sun.
No hunting, but it did stay around for about an hour and a half.
There was some pooping:
And plenty of preening:
I love this shot...Coop's have such nice floofy bloomers. Another bird who has floofy bloomers? Great horned owls. Seriously...if you get a chance to watch one, you will be envious of the padding they have back there.
Birds are rather flexible, aren't they?
(All the better to reach the oil gland by the butt, my pretty)
A new species....the Headless Ruffed Cooper's Grouse.
I went on with my day, but as the laundry isn't capable of washing itself, I was drawn back to the laundry room again and again.
At one point, eye contact was made:
Ooooo. Delicious shivers. I snapped a few photos and then averted my eyes (raptors don't like to be stared at)
This pic is thrown in just because it's fun and cute....
Hooper is a very tolerant dog. The girls can wrap him in blankets, or use him for a pillow or kiss him a million times a day. He takes it all in stride.
He can also balance ducks on his head.
When all the birds at your feeders just disappear, what happened?
Lorelei and I brought our lunches over to the front window to watch the starlings eat all of my Zick Dough. She was marveling at the tiny white chevrons that starlings have in the Winter (she didn't say chevrons, she actually called them "checks").
I was gritting my teeth and wishing quick death to all of the freeloaders, when they suddenly and loudly departed. And everyone else did, too.
I asked Lorelei to look for hawks in the trees while I got my camera.
She called out that a hawk was in a pine tree, but it had just flown away. I went into the laundry room, which has a view of our "waiting tree" (where all of our raptors hang out waiting for a helpless morsel of food to fly by).
A juvenile Cooper's hawk was nicely fluffed out and conveniently perched in the sun.
No hunting, but it did stay around for about an hour and a half.
There was some pooping:
And plenty of preening:
I love this shot...Coop's have such nice floofy bloomers. Another bird who has floofy bloomers? Great horned owls. Seriously...if you get a chance to watch one, you will be envious of the padding they have back there.
Birds are rather flexible, aren't they?
(All the better to reach the oil gland by the butt, my pretty)
A new species....the Headless Ruffed Cooper's Grouse.
I went on with my day, but as the laundry isn't capable of washing itself, I was drawn back to the laundry room again and again.
At one point, eye contact was made:
Ooooo. Delicious shivers. I snapped a few photos and then averted my eyes (raptors don't like to be stared at)
This pic is thrown in just because it's fun and cute....
Hooper is a very tolerant dog. The girls can wrap him in blankets, or use him for a pillow or kiss him a million times a day. He takes it all in stride.
He can also balance ducks on his head.
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