Category Archives: true life 2007

From the archives

I was trying to remember the names of some of the wildflowers I planted 5 years ago and then just happened to stumble on a 5 year old post that listed them. How convenient. All of the links are dead and have been removed, but that’s not going to stop me from resposting:

I told you I’m not Martha Stewart, but you didn’t listen.

I’m pretty sure Walter met with a nasty accident involving a neighbor’s weedwacker. I started finding what appeared to be little pieces of him one day on the sidewalk and he was never heard from again.

I still make little offerings to the Earthworm Gods. You can’t be too careful.

broken link to archives fixed

iphone mania

I had the [tag]iphone[/tag] lust, as you may have noticed. I thought it would solve all of my problems. Then, my [tag]Spiritual Advisor[/tag] (not to be confused with Paris Hilton’s Spiritual Advisor) convinced me that it was better to just have no problems in the first place.

This was a good point, so I shed my problems and got a [tag]Blackberry Pearl[/tag] instead of waiting for an iphone. (Thus creating new problems, I’m sure).

Now I can just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the growing iphone mania with bemused detachment, which is much easier. Not to mention cheaper.

On a related note, there’s a decent piece in the Washington Post Outlook section today on the iphone and technolust: “Nanoseconds Of Happiness – You’re Going to Love Your iPhone, Until the Next Gizmo Calls” by Darrin M. McMahon.

Cheetahs!

I still haven’t seen the new [tag]cheetahs[/tag] at the zoo.

Draco, Granger, and Zabini, three brothers born in 2005, came to the Zoo in April 2007 from White Oak Conservation Center in Yulee, Florida.

Their names come from characters in the Harry Potter series of novels by J.K. Rowling.

They weigh 104 to 110 pounds each.

Be careful, that link takes you to a page of seriously excessive cheetah cuteness. I doubt a cheetah can take a bad picture, they’re so handsome from every angle, but still, those are some nice pictures.

Take us to your leader

Lately, Husband and I can’t stop talking to each other like [tag]Foamy the Squirrel[/tag]. This is great for getting people to move away from you in restaurants, but I believe we may have started attracting other problems.

Yesterday it was very peaceful one moment, a veritable [tag]squirrel[/tag] bacchanalia the next. The unruly mob of varmints appeared out of nowhere and raced up a big oak tree. Their chittering took a distinctly ominous tone. I edged to the door and summoned Husband.

They were in constant motion so it was hard to get a count, but we’re sure there were at least twelve of the little bastards. That’s a swarm. A herd. A passel. Possibly a coven, even.

I’m not sure what it means when squirrels run in packs. Many of them seemed young, so maybe it was an extended squirrel family.

Research would take work. Possibly typing, maybe some reading. Easier just to make Husband pose with the mug Faith sent me for my birthday and try to use it as a totem.

Dear squirrels, please don’t hurt us. We will make offerings to your Gods:

image of Husband with squirrel totem