“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


The Geek Speaks

Friday, August 26, 2005

There's a new post over at the Dome Geeks, and this time it's not me writing. The Geek has finally spoken and he's got stuff to say - from why he wants to build a dome home to what "sets him all a-quiver," to what really matters to him at the end of the day. So whether you have been wondering about this mysterious man, or whether you're just curious what he might have to say, you don't want to miss this momentous event! And don't forget to comment. I'm sure he'd love some feedback.


Lovely Drive

As promised, I shot some photos on the road yesterday. I thought I'd show you what the Geek's daily commute will look like. This is an actual view he will see on his afternoon drive:

As opposed to this, which is a pretty accurate representation of what he sees now:
My drive will hopefully be short and sweet, wherever it may be to, since I am planning on getting a part-time job in the area when we get there. The really nice thing is, no matter where you go out there, it's all trees and beauty. Even the main highways are prettier than they are here in the city.

Aaahhh. I can't wait.

As long as I'm posting pictures today, here are a couple pictures of our lot. I don't think I ever posted these here. They were part of a post on our Dome Geeks blog a while ago.

Lovely isn't it?


Road Trip Today

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Just a quick post since I haven't posted anything in a few days. It's crunch time! We went to the bank on Friday and I came home with a whole slew of homework. Short version: I need to get bids on every subcontractor that will work on our home in the next few months and on all the materials that will go into it. Many many many phone calls.

It reminds me of the good old days at my crummy customer service job. Actually it doesn't. Well maybe if you change the crabby person on the other end of the phone to a nice person who wants me to hire him and change the end results from a lousy paycheck to a beautiful home.

Yeah, I like this job much better. :)

Today I'm going to the site to meet with a potential sub and I'll be picking up a phone book and whatever other info I might be able to get at the Chamber of Commerce.

Road trip, baby! If I'm feeling generous, maybe I'll snap a couple photos and post them here soon.


Kevin and Kell

Monday, August 22, 2005

Something I haven't told about myself on this blog yet is that I read a list of online comics as part of my morning routine. Thanks to Daddy Warbucks, I have always enjoyed reading newspaper comics. Every Sunday morning he and I would wake up to Blondie, Peanuts, Hagar, and the rest of the Sunday funnies gang.

After getting married, my Geek and I continued the tradition. Sometime after getting online in about 1995 or so, we discovered that we could read our comics online. Over the years, a multitude of online-only comics has sprung up and, in fact, there are whole web communities of comic writers and readers.

We each (the Geek and I) have a list of comics we like to read each morning online. Some we share, some I read and he doesn't, and some vice versa. Kevin and Kell is one of the comics we both enjoy reading.

It's the ongoing story of a family of animals who co-habitate pleasantly (for the most part) in a tree. The family consists of Kell, an average wolf mom who holds down a corporate job at Herd Thinners Inc.; Kevin, a very large rabbit who recently revealed that he used to be a world famous wrestler; Lindesfarne, a hedgehog daughter adopted by Kevin and his first wife who is leaving for college this week; Rudy, Kell's son from her first marriage and a typical teenage wolf; and Coney, Kevin and Kell's young daughter who looks like a rabbit but eats like a carnivore. The cast of characters is rounded out by the family, friends, and neighbors of the core comic family.

It was revealed at the K&K website this morning that this is the 10th anniversary of the comic strip. As a way to promote the auspicious day, it has been suggested that each reader introduce one other person to the strip, so here I am, being an overachiever (which is NOT my norm) and inviting anyone who might read my blog to go see Kevin and Kell. If you really enjoy it, you can read the archives to get the back story.

This is a great comic with themes of everyday family life blended nicely with the nature of the animals involved. The Geek and I have been getting good laughs out of it for a few years now. I hope you will enjoy it too.


T.P. Misuse?

Saturday, August 20, 2005

Ok, I'm sitting waiting for the person who is going to walk in make a huge offer on our house to show up to the open house. Since I'm just waiting, I decided to check out my Site Meter stats. I've never checked out the recent visitors by referring pages before, but I decided to try it just for fun. Most are coming from other bloggers pages - Blond Girl, Interrupted Wanderlust, Blog Blah Blah, Michele - and a couple I didn't know had blogrolled me until today - Intricate Art and Thumper. How fun is that?!

One referral of particular interest though, was from a search engine. I've seen other bloggers list some of the searches that bring people to their sites. It's fun and kind of crazy the things searchers look for that you would never dream would lead to your site. There was only one search in my top twenty referrals. What do you think they searched for?

Yup, you read it right. I was 10th in line of the top results for a search on "toilet paper misuse". Now, there's something you must understand about me. I really don't like bathroom humor and I'm adamantly against public display of what should be private noises emerging from one's body. I would far rather someone found me by looking up "cute kitty cat" or "pretty purple living room". But no. I got "toilet paper misuse". I guess that's what I get for writing this post.

And I don't even want to know what that person was thinking who did this search. I just don't want to know.


Our House In the Middle of Our Street

As I've mentioned before, we are trying to sell our house so that we can build our dream home on the beautiful lot we purchased this summer. We are attempting to sell it ourselves rather than with a realtor. The Geek and I are uber do-it-yourselfers. Our motto is "Why pay someone else to do it if you can do it yourself for less or free?"

So, today and tomorrow we are holding an open house in hopes of drawing in people who will fall in love on the spot and pay us lots of money to live in this adorable home. It really is adorable. I mean, we have a purple living room with white trim for goodness sakes. How much cuter could you get?

They say (whoever "they" might be) that when you sell your home you should paint every room white. I hate to argue with the "experts", but.... Actually, that's not true. I like arguing with the experts. Half the time, I have to wonder who or what made them experts in the first place. Anyway, my point was going to be that I don't agree with that line of thought. Every person who walks into our house takes one look at our living room and smiles. It's like an auto response. Our living room is like a puppy. You can't possible see it without becoming a little more happy than you were a moment before.

We have purged, de-cluttered, cleaned, and (despite my feelings about "experts") staged the house - at least a little. There are flowers in a pot on the front doorstep and flowers in a vase in the kitchen. There's a bowl of brightly colored fruit on the table and the house smells like fresh baked banana bread. It's almost enough to make me want to stay. Maybe if we could move it to the country, add on a couple rooms, and make the basement livable. Nah. I'd rather live in a dome.

So if you think of us today, say a little prayer that we'll get a buyer soon, preferably today or tomorrow - someone who will pay at least our asking price if not more and who will be a great neighbor to our great neighbors and help towards the ultimate goal of making this neighborhood a beautiful place to live.


All About Pets

Friday, August 19, 2005

We have great neighbors. The ladies who live next door take care of all the stray cats that hang around the neighborhood - and there are a lot of them. Last year a sweet little calico cat started hanging out at their place for the free food. She's just a tiny little thing, and skinny like most strays.

Amazingly enough, she survived the winter, thanks entirely to the neighbor ladies generosity. About 7 weeks ago, she gave birth to 5 kittens. Now, granted I'm a cat lover - I do have 5 of the little critters living in my house - but even if you aren't, it is a rare person who's heart can't be captured, if only momentarily, by an angelic little kitten face. They would run around exploring their little world, which probably seemed gigantic to them, stumbling over each other and suddenly dropping for a nap.

A & K (the neighbor ladies) were immediately taken by them. They were their pets and I think they took at least as good care of them as the mama herself did. The kittens grew quickly, and were healthy and happy. "A" eventually started to feed them dry food. They took to that pretty quickly. Last week, A & K brought 3 of the 5 into their home. (The other 2 were a bit evasive.) They would let mama in now and then to see her babies, but for the most part mama and the 2 stayed outside and the 3 stayed inside.

And of course, A & K fell in love. The problem is, they are both terribly allergic to cats. They both knew that they would have to give them up eventually, and we were all looking for good homes for them, but no one answered the call. There was talk of taking them to a shelter. I suggested they find one of the no-kill shelters in the area, though kittens usually get adopted pretty quickly. It's the older ones who don't stand a chance.

Yesterday, I was cleaning out in the back porch when they exited their house with a mewing box in hand. "A" looked at me and said, "They're going". I replied, "They're going?" A lame response, since I knew at that moment her heart was breaking, but it was all I could think of to say. She sobbed, "They're going," and turned away.

How is it that we get so attached to our pets so quickly? Two of my cats are now about 10 years old. I know I've only got a few good years left with them - if we're lucky we might get to spend the next 10 years with them - but it breaks my heart to think of losing them. I haven't lost a pet since I was a teenager and I don't want to do it again...but it comes with the territory. We outlive our pets, and that's a good thing - so that they will always be well cared for.

I just hope our kitties live long healthy lives...very long. And as long as they are here, they are welcome to curl up in my lap anytime they want. Redux

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Many thanks to Dave Diamond! He knew which episode of Friends I was referring to in my previous post! It was episode 10.05, "The One Where Rachel's Sister Babysits". Here's the part I was thinking of...

Monica: It doesn't make any sense.
Joey: Of course it does. It's smart! I used a thesaurus!
Chandler: On every word?
Joey: Yep.
Monica: All right, what was this sentence, originally?
Joey: Oh. "They're warm, nice people with big hearts."
Chandler: And that became, "They're humid, pre-possessing homosapiens with full-sized aortic pumps?"

That is classic Friends if I ever saw it. A definite LOL moment.

And with that, I'm going to bed to see if I can catch up to those pesky, evasive zzz's. Is My Friend

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I'm about to reveal a deep, dark secret. It's the kind of secret that could change your opinion of me forever; the kind of secret that could turn the tide and compel you to adore me or despise me; the kind of secret that could shake the very foundation of the relationships I hold dear.

Well, maybe not that kind of secret.

I love

It has been a favorite site since I first discovered it years ago, along with I have become even more enamoured with it since I started blogging. Why use a word like easy, when you could use any of a mulititude of fascinating words? Why not use effortless, elementary, evident, facile, inconsiderable, manageable, manifest, mere, obvious, painless, paltry, simple, slight, straightforward, uncomplicated, undemanding, uninvolved, untroublesome, wieldy, or yielding

When it comes to the English language, grammar and spelling are my forte. My vocabulary leaves something to be desired. Sometimes it's just that I can't think of the more suitable word at the moment. gives me the mental nudge that I need to recall that perfect word.
This is one of the reasons why I love blogging so much. You can't pull a thesaurus out of your pocket everytime you are about to use a humdrum word in a verbal conversation. Blogging gives me the luxury of choosing my words carefully, and of having a window with my virtual thesaurus awaiting my beck and call.

You needn't worry though, that I might fall into the "thesaurus black hole". I promise never to write entire paragraphs or even sentences of thesaurus inspired words. (Wasn't there a Friends episode where Joey did that? I can't remember the details.) The day you read, "Salutations, object of my affections. I am domesticized. What's for the principal meal?" on my blog, you have my permission to send me a scathing comment. Or perhaps an online intervention of the blogging community would be more appropriate.

In the meantime, my secret is out, and I don't care! I'll proclaim to the world...

I'm a thesaurus user, and I'm proud of it!!

Or perhaps I should say...

I'm a lexicon addict, and I'm boastful of it!!


Cat Gack Logic and Renaissance Weddings - Things I Just Don't Get

Monday, August 15, 2005

Cat Gack Logic
Is there anything logical about it at all? If I were a cat and was prone to gacking one or more times a day, I would choose someplace where it was easy for my human to clean up. You know, a hard surface like tile or vinyl, as opposed to carpet or furniture. Or better yet, the toilet. That's what the humans do, right? I guess I'm just thoughtful like that.

My cats don't think that way. Nope, if they feel the need to gack, they do it wherever they happen to be at the moment. Wait, I take that back. If they are someplace with a nice hard floor with easy cleaning capabilities, they will run for the nearest carpet. But if they are on the couch or the bed, do they run looking for someplace more appropriate? Nope.

And just what defines appropriate in their little walnut-sized brains? Is it simply that the surface should have lots of fibers so the product of their gacking can sink in deep, becoming impossible to clean completely? Woolite's Oxy Deep has become one of those household items that I can't do without. I start to panic if I realize that the bottle is getting low. But even with that, I'm still convinced that there is nasty stuff embedded deep in the fibers, just hiding there mocking me every time I step on it unknowingly. Ick.

Of course, then there's Yoyo and his twisted and bizarre gacking habits. But I won't go there. If my stomach is turning at this point, I'm sure the rest of you must be running for the toilet right now.

Or you could just use the carpet.

Renaissance Weddings
Ok, it's not the renaissance wedding itself that bothers me. If you want to dress up as though it was 500 years ago and provide your attendants with similarly appropriate garb, well that is your prerogative. All I ask is that you don't force your guests to dress that way as well. Some can't afford to purchase an outfit they would never wear again just for your wedding. (I actually happen to have a renaissance dress - I am married to a geek afterall - but it's the principle of the thing, and the arrogance of telling your guests how they should dress to your wedding that I don't get.)

This rant was inspired by a bit I heard on talk radio Friday afternoon. I was on a short road trip up to Natural Spaces (the dome company) to pick up our house plans and budget. The Lori and Julia show was the "Julia and Kathy" show that day since Lori had the day off. Kathy, the guest host, was telling all about her brother's renaissance wedding, to which she had been invited.

This was not simply any old renaissance wedding. As his sister, she had been presented with a program of the day's events including instructions on her part in the ceremonies. The whole thing was just bizarre, every element becoming more so than the next, and by the time she was done talking, there was absolutely nothing - NOTHING - that could have surprised me about that wedding. If the grand finale had been a pig-flying ceremony, that would have been the least strange part of this wedding.

A few highlights:

All guests were required to attend in authentic renaissance garb. (Kathy was planning to wear a unicorn costume, assuming that she could get it on the airplane.)

The day-long ceremony was to take place at the commune where her brother and his fiance live, along with his ex-wife and her new wife and the child her brother and his ex-wife had before "new wife" came along. ?????

The sibling sing-along. All siblings of the bride and groom were to sing a song together to the happy couple. The song was given on CD along with lyrics ahead of time so they could learn it. Well, that was thoughtful, don't you think?

At some point after the vows, the happy couple was to escape to the woods to consummate the marriage. The day isn't over yet. They'll be coming back to join their guests. Apparently they can't wait until the guests go home. Nope, it's right there in the schedule. "Couple goes to woods to consummate marriage." Kathy's main concern was (and I don't blame her) that she didn't remember seeing any woods at the commune last time she visited. Yikes.

To complete the festivities, there was to be a blessing ceremony. Guests were invited (not required this time) to give a blessing to the couple. No material gifts allowed. The givers were to be divided into such categories as poets, prophets/seers, and champions to name just a few. Poets would read an original poem of blessing. Prophets/seers would give their blessing in the form of a prophecy of their future together. You like that? Well, get this. Champions were to show a feat of strength, and were to be knighted by the "queen" (bride) as her champions. These champions could then be called upon someday in a moment of "need" by the queen when her king was away. I'll leave you to figure out what that means since I'm too embarassed to explain any further.

If this were my brother, I would have sent back the following R.S.V.P.

"Thanks so much for the invitation. I'm sure your wedding day will be a beautiful one and I wish you and your lovely bride much happiness in the future. Unfortunately, as much as I would love to be there, I'm attending the "Ceremony of the Flying Pigs" that day and simply can't make it."

*Photo courtesy of stock.xchng.


Finally, We Exist!

Friday, August 12, 2005

We got it! In the words of Homer Simpson, "Woo Hoo!!!" This morning I was given our official address. Now I know what address our letters, and unfortunately our bills, will be addressed to in the near future. It's almost like being a bride-to-be, when you write your first name with his last name over and over to see what it looks like and perfect your signature. I think I'll just spend the day practicing writing my new address.


Dome Update

Monday, August 08, 2005

I've posted an update at DomeGeeks. There's another coming soon with pictures of our landscaping plans!


It's Too Early to Have Been Awake This Long

Friday, August 05, 2005

It's 5:49 am and I've been awake for almost 2 hours already. Uggh. I see an afternoon nap in my future...maybe. As long as I'm up, I figure I might as well post, especially since I didn't yesterday. (My apologies to anyone who was looking for a post. And I apologize in advance for not posting a "real" post today. This may be all you get. I guess we'll see how the day goes.)

Last night, while my Geek played Psychonauts, I started working on a new design for my blog. I may as well use my certificate in web design for something useful. It certainly never made me any money. The Geek says an education is never a waste, even if it doesn't end up paying for itself. I sure would like to believe him.

I had one design I had worked up a while ago which I was planning on using, but it turned out to be impractical. Great design idea, not so great as an actual webpage. So I started another design idea. Fun and funky. I really like it (the Geek hates it - says it's too pink), but I'm not sure if it's going to translate well to a webpage either. Actually, I'm pretty sure it would but my design skills far surpass my coding skills. What I should be saying is that I don't know if I, with my limited coding skills, am able to pull it off.

All that to say this: If I can figure it out, and if I can continue to find the time to do so, you may see a new design here in the near future. Otherwise, not so much.

Today has the equal potential to be either a really busy day, or a completely lazy day. The Geek worked all last weekend and put in extra hours during the week too, so he's taking today off. He'll probably be playing games today or reading. There are a million things I could do around here, but I might just take the day off too. If so, I'll work on that design.

Or maybe I'll just enjoy a day with my Geek.


A Note and a Notable Link

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Note: I posted some pictures of our lovely new lot at The Dome Geeks a couple days ago, but forgot to put the promised note here. So here it is. Pictures of or "Little House on the Prairie", sans the little house.

And because I can't post right now and don't know for sure if I will later either...

I found this link at Peace Of My Mind. Whether you love cats or don't love them so much, you will laugh! You must go see Stuff On My Cat.


A Treasure from Sweet Girl

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I should be doing something else, like packing boxes, learning how to build a house, making phone calls, but this fell out of my Bible this morning and I had to share. I couldn't wait for another day because it's all about the cute today and this is about as cute as it gets. Yeah, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

A couple weeks ago, Sweet Girl came running up to me at church on Sunday morning as is our routine. I need Sweet Girl hugs as often as possible and she's quite generous with them. Mid-hug, she pulled back, looked me in the eyes and announced that she had a card for me in her car and gravely instructed me that I was not to leave without it!

After church, I obediently followed her family out to their car and gratefully received the card she had so carefully crafted just for me. What an honor to be godmother to such a precious girl. Treasures from Sweet Girl are some of the most valuable I have.

On the front of the card are Sweet Girl and myself. Her renderings are quite accurate, actually. The hair length is about right and I have a bit of meat on my bones. ;-) Of course, neither of us is quite this purple - well maybe in a Midwest February but not in July - but creative license is granted abundantly to 5 year old artists.

Inside the card she wrote a personal note on the left and on the right in pink (the perfect color for expressions of affection) she wrote "I LOVE YOU [GEEKWIF]". I'm pretty sure she did this on her own. She's a great little reader and not a bad writer either. She dictated the note on the left to Blond Girl as the following:
"Dear [Geekwif],
I love you and I will miss you when you move to a new house. And I love you when you spend time with me, Dear [Geekwif]."

She is so darn sweet I can hardly stand it. If she were any sweeter I'd be chugging water right now, but as it is I think she's just about perfect. Yup, Sweet Girl is definitely the epitome of cuteness.


Because it's all about the cuteness...

We're in the process of packing whatever we can live without for the next few months while we build. The bookshelves are slowly being emptied. Diva took advantage of a new little hiding spot.

Ah, a little fresh air, a warm sunbeam, and a windowsill in which to enjoy it. Does life get better than this?

Because he's just so dang cute.


My Cute Kitchen

It's necessary. I can't not do this. The world needs to be exposed to my sickeningly cute kitchen. Blond Girl helped me paint the hydrangea border and she and Champs helped us lay the vinyl tile floor.

I'll be leaving this adorable kitchen behind when we move, but that's ok. I'll have something even better in the new place. I hope whoever buys the place adores this kitchen. It would be a cryin' shame if they don't. And if they paint over my hydrangeas, well I just can't be held responsible for anything that might happen to them if they did that.